There are some really beautiful moments in marriage when you are able to stop the maddness called life and just get away. They don't happen often enough, but when they do, they are food for the soul. No laundry, no work, no talking about adult things. When Joshua woke me up on Tuesday with the sweet words of, "Babe, go pack a bag, we're going on a trip!" I almost cried in sweet relief. It's been a crazy 2 months for us and I don't really think I realized how exhausted I was until we got away. The first thing we did? Take a nap on that heavenly bed.
He has a knack for knowing what I need... even when I don't realize it yet. And when we got home the next day, and I looked over at him from across the room... I realized how blessed I am. That's what pausing life can do for you. So that's when I said, "Baby, I had so much fun the last two days. I'm sad it's over." And him, "Babe, it's not over, we're married; we get to do this forever."
And that, my friends, is when the waterworks started gushing. And I realized that not only am I married to a pretty darn wonderful man, but at 21 weeks pregnant, the hormones are definitely in full-swing. Holy moly.