This is what I’ve been up to for the past few days.
After four days of Ben being hospitalized for a crazy virus that left him dehydrated and weak and extremely cranky, we were finally allowed to come home last Friday. Originally, we had planned to leave for the beach that night for our annual fall getaway, but we decided to wait a few days to let Ben rest and continue to recover. He had a rough couple of days that weekend. I thought our beach plans would need to be cancelled.
Yet, here we are. Answered prayers!!! He is 100% back to his normal, silly, sweet, eat-everything-in-sight self. I am so, so thankful. Not just to be here breathing in the salty air, but to have my boy back. He had me worried.
The drive in was adventurous… twelve hours overnight, one SCREAMING little one who proceeded to vomit just to prove her point: “I. WANT. OUT. OF. THIS. CAR.” One flat tire at 3 am in a place that gives new meaning to the phrase “the middle of nowhere.” And one serious celebration as we ascended the bridge, welcoming us in with ocean views and a spectacular sunrise on the horizon. We had made it.
We’ve spent our days playing in the sand, swimming in the sea, eating donut ice cream sandwiches (this is a thing. I can’t even), and taking leisurely afternoon naps. Perfection…
…with the exception of all of the sibling squabbles and tears. For some reason, these four little people have been a little crankier than usual. And, yes, these words did escape my lips yesterday, “that’s it! We are on vacation and we WILL have fun!“
New mercies each morning.
Nate is off fishing with daddy (he is the most serious little fisherman) and the other three littles are playing at my feet. They’re making one another laugh with a made-up game involving a truck, a stuffed monkey and a race car. I’m not really clear on what is happening but I know better than to mess with a good thing.
Happy Friday, friends.
If you need me, I’ll be completely ignoring my phone, email and messages for the next several days. My priorities include breathing deeply, looking into the eyes of my loves while they recount stories of adventures at sea and jumping the waves in the (freezing!) water next to my favorite people.
*Oh, yes. And, despite the fact that listening to my own voice is reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard, I can’t not share Part 2 of my interview with Tiffany over at A Mom’s Mission Field. In this episode, we talk about the details behind our adoption and how Feed Their Tummies began. I hope you enjoy it. Listen HERE.