When you're dearest friend lives miles away, and you're itching to get out and travel, you bravely book a flight to Reno sans husband and start reading (the night before) how to fly alone with a baby. Let's just say that in this season of life, I'm procrastinating horribly. Which led to a nervous breakdown the night before as I was trying to cram every. single. baby. item. we. own. into our suitcase. Thank goodness my husband is so level headed and patient and reminded me that life will continue to go on if the sound machine is not with us. Nathan was an amazing flyer! He was probably a better sleeper when traveling than when we are at home. And I plan on writing a post with helpful tips for traveling solo with a baby next week so stay tuned.
This trip was so good for the soul. I had been sick, then Daniel, then the baby, then Daniel again….add work/house sitting/being a new mom on top of all of that and you've got one hot mess. So we decided once I arrived to just enjoy each day. Mornings were filled with lots of coffee around the living room floor while Nathan serenaded us about his dreams the night before and the dogs tried to figure out who this creature in their house was. We went for walks, shopped (naturally), dined out, and went to the pool. When I returned home, Daniel was asking me how my trip was and I kept saying over and over how much I loved having someone else cook for me. Steven is an amazing chef, and my tastebuds were not disappointed at all during our trip.
We talked about everything we could, spilled things that are troubling us while providing encouragement to one another. We said our dreams out loud. We sat in the silence comforted by this beautiful friendship that allows for this space. We remembered my last trip pregnant with Nathan and mentioned how surreal it felt that he was finally here doing life with us.
And we ended our trip at the sweetest bar where you pick out your drink of choice, take it to the bar and pay for it, they open it up for you, and then you sit at picnic tables and pull out the deck of cards stowed away in your purse. I must say that I impressed my husband when I told him I'm getting a taste for craft beers and even picked out my own! (Which was delish!)
And when it was time to leave, the small lump in my throat reminded me how beautiful this life is when you do it with people who get you, love you for exactly who you are, and become your family.






































