Texting with Mom While in St. Croix
In May my boyfriend and I took a trip to St. Croix in the Virgin Islands so he and some of my friends could compete in a half Ironman. I didn’t sign up so I was just there for a little rest and relaxation before starting a new job. Naturally, when I told my mom I was going out of town, she warned me to be careful and to make sure Jason and my friends were with me so I wouldn’t get murdernapped or something.
When we arrived in St. Croix, I texted my mom a picture of the beachfront view from the balcony of the condo we were renting:
Along with the picture, I let her know we arrived safely.
After sending that off, I immediately received an amusing stream-of-consciousness reply:
Of course she was at the farm. Those peppers aren’t going to pick and sell themselves!
My boyfriend and I had a great time enjoying the sun and heat and getting some exercise. The race was brutal…for Jason, not for me. He suffered through 70.3 miles while I got drunk off $3 rum punches at 9:00 in the morning.
Towards the end of our trip, my friends and I took a drive from Christiansted to Frederiksted, a city on the western side of St. Croix. We stopped at a beachside bar and enjoyed some Painkillers. Our friends snapped a picture of Jason and me in front of the water, which I sent to my mom:
I let my mom know that it was our last day in St. Croix before returning home:
She, of course, responded adorably:
I gotta say, I’m enjoying these texts from Mom. They’re a pretty accurate reflection of her personality and never fail to put a smile on my face.