A few years ago, my brother-in-law, his wife, and their kids relocated to Sarasota, Florida. Not long after, my husband’s aunt and mother followed.
So every summer since, my husband, our two daughters, and I visit for a week to catch up and hang out. On our first trip, though, something unexpected happened.
In the hustle and bustle of our arrival, our daughters’ luggage ended up at my brother-in-law’s, and my suitcase and my husband’s bag were brought to his mother’s.
After we settled in and freshened up, we all met for dinner at a local restaurant. We had dessert and hung out for a bit back at my brother-in-law’s, but when the sun set, our…
