The effort to tag along on my man's business trip for a few days has proved worth every frustration. We flew from Salt Lake City to Ft. Myers, Florida yesterday and although we had to leave at an ungodly hour of the morning, we were both giddy upon arriving at our last city we called home.
Nearly three years after we were married, we jumped at the opportunity to relocate from Buffalo, New York to the gulf coast of Florida. Our years in Ft. Myers marked our biggest life change, as this is the place where our first child was born. Two became three and we discovered how much we loved being parents.
So much so, that we added another, and another, and another, and another.....
Before heading to our hotel, we drove past the apartment complex where we lived for the first year here with our two dogs, which were our only babies for that season. We pointed out the neighborhoods we used to walk our dogs through and how we would dream of buying a house comparable to the ones we passed.
And then we laughed at how life has changed in nearly 14 years.
We made a special trip over to our house that was home for the rest of our time here. It sits at a great location, very near the water on a little cul-de-sac off a historic road. We expected it to have undergone major renovations since we sold it when we moved to Utah in 2002.
|We two became three in this house.|
Not so. With the exception of the very large motorhome being stored in the driveway, it looks very much the same. A new roof, a little paint, and a tree taken out were the only changes we could pick out. We laughed at our happy memories in this house and pointed out where we sat for one of our Christmas card pictures. We awed at how blessed we were to live in a great spot in Florida and then move to a very different, but equally great spot in Utah.
Brendan doesn’t remember living in that house, but I will never forget decorating his nursery, bringing him home from the hospital, giving him his first bath in the kitchen sink, and our early morning nursings in the quiet living room.
The best part about living here is that we made some wonderful, life-long friendships. We moved here practically as newlyweds, and it didn’t take longer than an hour in a local church’s Sunday school class to become befriended by some of the finest people we know to this day, and that we still call friends over a decade later.
We are excited to reconnect face to face with these fine folks in the next couple of days. I have no doubt that the easy laughter and genuine interest in each other’s lives will surface immediately when we are together. I consider that a gift and I will not take it for granted.
So, we miss our kiddos and surely we will be excited to see them again on Sunday. But until then, I’m going to soak up the sun, sleep, and silence. I will enjoy the alone time with my beloved and our uninterrupted conversations, walks on the beach, soaks in the hot tub, and naps without consideration for any parental responsibilities.
I’m going to indulge my introvert nature and recharge my mommy-battery so that I return excited for the messy and wonderful life we live.