During our winter family vacation, this florida family took a drive up to Lake Lure, NC and spent a few days bundled up in the mountains far away from the hustle and bustle of South FL. On one of our adventure filled days, we visited Chimney Rock State Park and since driving up the mountain is not adventurous enough for us, we decided to hike to the top! We took the Four Seasons Trail up the mountain and although the picture on the park website shows a little boy staring at a great big rock, it was quite the hike (not to mention 37 degree weather, windchill and a strapped on sleeping baby). No regrets! The view was well worth the climb!
I’ve never lost someone dear to me and I can’t imagine what that feels like. I guess it’s like losing a little piece of who you are without the strength or ability to put yourself back together.
Tonight, my heart grieves for the families who recently lost little souls. For the parents who lost a piece of who they were and who are mustering every bit of strength to try and piece themselves together.
My heart is heavy this evening thinking about the past week and about the recent events that have taken place close to home. They have shaken me up inside and have made me feel like something in me is missing.
And although my grieve wont bring anyone back, it instills in me a greater desire to embrace my baby girl, to love my husband deeply and to pray for my family near and far. It gives me a sense of gratitude for my parent’s courage, my husband’s humility and the ability my brothers have to strengthen others while being in need themselves.
We are blessed beyond belief. We have each other. No matter the distance or circumstance. We have each other.
Every year, around the fall season, we slow down a bit (or at least try to) and welcome the new season with the traditional pumpkin roll, apple cider, caramel apple and annual trip to the local pumpkin patch. We live in Florida and our fall season is just an extension of our summer. For the past few years, our adventurers at the patch revolved around picking out the biggest pumpkins and putting our carving skills to the test. This year however, we decided to enjoy an old tradition in a new way. Here is to “Falling in love with our little Pumpkin.”
I used to have a hard time understanding why parents (or educated adults for that matter) would speak to children in quirky voices. It drove me crazy! I always thought that if you just reasoned with them, they would understand and we could all get on with our lives without the need for all the pomp-and-circumstance. Boy did I have something coming… I am now that parent. The one that sings everything to their child. When did “this is a tree and that is a dog” become a song? I have a song for everything! We sing about our house, our toes, the laundry… and what’s more comical, is that Ale has become quite the dancer. He has managed to come up with a dance routine for all of the songs we sing to Grace. We have become entertainers and we are loving it. We are the mommy and daddy show and our little girl loves every bit of it. I can’t wait for the day when she’s singing and dancing right there with us. Until then, we’ll sing and dance our happy hearts off with the hope that we are not annoying those around us…