Stay at Home Mom

My most memorable vacation was a spontaneous trip to Pensacola. My boyfriend (now husband) convinced me to go to the beach with him. I must admit that I’m not adventurous, but he made me feel bold enough to just do it.

We stayed in a hotel not far from the beach. It even had access to the water. We spent time in the water there. The fish tickled us so much while cleaning our legs.

We went to Pensacola beach after, and I never felt so free. I was enjoying the waves as they crashed into me. My mood was somewhere in between “Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)” and “How Far I’ll Go.” At least those were the songs in my mind.

The fun and laughter was limitless on this trip. It made me feel all grown up and independent, even though I was those things already. I remember looking in the mirror that evening and thinking,

“Wow. If we get married, I can picture our life would be like this. More fun and exciting adventures to enjoy.”

Eating pizza after I did my hair. Enjoying the time away from work and other stressors. That day was so much fun.