1st Annual Girls Weekend

I had the honor of watching my beautiful daughter perform in her first cheer competition this past weekend. Their squad didn't even place, but I was beyond proud.

So many of them had never cheered competitively & a few of them had never cheered at all, ever. So for them to throw a routine together in just a few short weeks, get out there with very little mistakes, hold their heads up as they realized the weren't going to win, & walk out of there smiling & laughing. Yes, I was proud.

But my favorite part of this weekend wasn't the competition. It wasn't hanging out with her friends (& moms) after. It wasn't the fact that we went to the beach afterward. It was the journey itself. It was going somewhere with just her, focusing on just us having fun. No fighting for attention from everyone else. No arguing over the radio. No "are we there yet?" or "he's touching me!".

It was just Makenzie & me, doing exactly what we wanted to do, on our time table. Stopping for out of the way adventures & eating at "hole in the wall" places.
*For those of you that don't know me well enough to understand the importance of the hole in the wall, think of it as your favorite local restaurant that most visitors don't know anything about, the place that has very little advertisement, but amazing food. You can have your chain restaurants & stores, give me a local cafe anyday.*

I can remember taking trips with my mom, grandma, cousin, & aunt when I was little. Oh the fun we had.

I hope the girls weekend trips become a regular event. And I hope she looks back on them with as many fond memories as I have!