It was the day before my fortieth birthday. The last three months had been full of deep hardship. I had just experienced our first miscarriage, slept late every day, and hardly ever saw Matthew because he was working an insane amount of hours. He told me “very soon” this season would be over, and even though I knew it wouldn’t be like this forever, my heart felt like it was falling apart. Little did I know what had been going on behind the scenes.
It’s getting near dawn
When lights close their tired eyes
I’ll soon be with you my love
Give you my dawn surprise
I’ll be with you darling soon
I’ll be with you when the stars start falling
I’ve been waiting so long
To be where I’m going
In the sunshine of your love
I’m with you my love
The light’s shining through on you
Yes, I’m with you my love
It’s the morning and just we two
I’ll stay with you darling now
I’ll stay with you ’til my seas are dried up
I’ve been waiting so long
To be where I’m going
In the sunshine of your love
My first thought, after it registered that I was going, was: “Are you going with me??” I missed him so much, as I said before. The feeling of stranger was strong, and we desperately needed to reconnect. When he told me he was coming too, and we were were leaving in 12 hours… I burst into tears (not seen on video here). I had literally been carrying around my passport in my purse because I had a secret hope of being whisked away to another country at SOME POINT that year. Little did I know, Matthew had booked this entire trip months before I started carrying said passport. I had only JUST renewed my drivers license two days prior. I literally had no inclinations. I found out later that the kids and he talked about this trip behind my back whenever they could. I never had one single hint thrown my way and was for the first time in my life completely gobsmacked in the best possible way.
I had twelve hours to pack, sleep, and leave. The kids were all taken care of, and we took off to NYC to return the dream car and then hop on a plane. I got to leave on my birthday and arrive on my birthday almost 24 hours later, chasing the sun the entire way. Such an amazing experience. The world shut down while we were there, and we came home to hibernate for almost a year. These memories literally kept my soul alive when I just wanted to give up some days. God knew this all ahead of time, prompted Matthew to just book it, even though practicality said to save the money.
I still weep with gratitude for the chance we had to travel like this before everything and everyone got crazy. It is one of my most treasured memories. Thank you, Matthew. I love you and am so grateful for YOU!
Every day I’m flabbergasted by the insane amount of growth I see in each of our kiddos. Harry especially makes me chuckle and sigh all in the same millisecond. He trots around with confidence and can’t decide whether he loves books or snacks best.
He loves to drag things around, like heavy bags of rice, or his little toy train attached to a string. Ninety percent of his vocabulary consists of the word, “buggah”, with the inflection on the “a”. It means everything from hungry to bagel, to water, to milk, to every other food besides banana… which of course is “nana” or “noo-noo”. His lips make the most darling “oooh” shape and always get a kiss when he says it. His baba is his pacifier and his bobo is his elephant. His elephant which I hope we never lose, because it is no longer made or sold by the UK-based company. He takes after his brother Jack by eating a man-sized portion of oats every morning. I have never used soap on his skin before, since we only use water and everyone has their own special body cloth for all of their showering/bathing. This week he got a bottle of shampoo, which I thought was empty, and there happened to be some suds left in it. I peeked over to him crying in a pile of bubbles, unsure of what was going on around him and scooped him up laughing. Fifteen months old and he’s never had a bubble bath.
Another flabbergasting moment today was when I found myself actually flipping upside down in the basement on our pull-up bar. It’s been a couple years since I did that move. The best part? When Elsie exclaimed, “Mommy’s still cool!” Then Jack looked at her and said, “She’s always been cool, Elsie.” Insert as many laughing emoji’s as possible here. What a way to make this mama feel amazing! Because at that particular moment, every muscle was yelling at me for the strange contortion I had put it through and my inner ear buzzed a little at the notion of being upside down. But this mama has goals, and they don’t happen by being sedentary.
Last night also brought some much-needed healing to a rough patch we were having. I’ll be honest. The last few months have held a boatload of challenges. The last fourteen days alone have felt like a few months worth of struggles condensed into two weeks. There is a war going on, and we are being distracted to death to try and forget about it. The enemy isn’t interested in messing with you if you don’t pose any threat to his agenda. And his agenda is pretty simple really: to make us ineffective. To get us to quit trying and to quit working hard on things which bring God glory. When we no longer feel like something is worth fighting for, we quit.
The following days were spent playing “Where’s Will”, and we ran into him a couple times each day, somewhere on the island.
Another one of my favorite parts of our time there was every morning. We would wander downstairs to the cafeteria, which was under the hotel. It faced the ocean, and we would order hot coffee or tea, a delicious breakfast, and simply be. No agenda but to sip tea and snuggle a baby.
We really enjoyed going to a Gumbalimba Park one day, where we went zip-lining, held macaws, monkeys and more! I was totally impressed by Betty, who fearlessly zipped her way through the canopy.




It has been our dream to return, since Matthew and I lived there for six months when Nadine and Elijah were babies. Now, thirteen years later, we are.
As Betty squealed with excitement over her shorts still fitting her, it slowly started to sink in today. The last time we traveled outside of the country was to Belize, when Jack was Harry’s age. I guess I should start thinking about fitting into my bathing suit. Stupid chocolates.



























