Packed our bags. Pulled out the drive. Drove south.
13 hours and one detour later we made it to our destination.
Now we spend these days soaking up the shore.
It may not make sense to many. Why we choose to leave behind holidays at home.
But you see, when these lives have been about the tug and pull of one house or another, special days can become a blur. By removing ourselves from what was, we have a chance to focus on what is.
Building this family not by glitter or gold, by the gift of our presence.
The husband captured the moment.
Wife contemplating months of mothering.
The waves, the metaphor for the back and forth of the season.
Just when she thought a course had been charted, a decision reached, a new question would wash ashore.
The weight of the world rested on those shoulders.
And then it was over.
And now she can’t quite remember why it was all so hard, in part because this season has welcomed a new hard.
The heavy is here and the waves aren’t retreating.
So she will once again stand at the edge. She will ponder the places he’s calling her to.
She will remember that the hard brings the happy.
And she will be grateful for this gift.