I had a fabulous and yet scary family vacation this summer that I had all intentions of blogging about. I feel it's probably too late now though. We lost Victoria.....twice. I planned on trying to make other moms feel better about their uh-oh moments from this but never got around to blogging our vacay. Now that I've mentioned it....I will explain briefly. The first night we were there (the beach...in the same condo as last year)...the hubs went to the resort bar as per his tradition. I finished unpacking, gave the girls a bath, and put them to be in their bunk beds. Hubs came back and couldn't get the deadbolt to lock. He didn't want to wake the girls (bunk beds were a redone hall closet) by fighting with it so he locked the handle and called it good. We went onto the balcony to listen to the waves crash. Later hubs went inside and the phone rang. They had a missing girl with the last name Lewis....Amanda Lewis. The pizza delivery girl had run into her (there is a pizza place for the resort). Hubs said no we don't have an Amanda. About 20 min. later we got another call...hubs checked the beds and Victoria was gone. It was our Victoria that had slept walk for the first time ever. We were less than 150 yards from the beach. We were on the first floor. If she would have walked down that boardwalk we probably would have never seen her again. That pizza lady saved her life. Victoria blames it on Tinkerbell. I don't think we're bad parents. I think this could have happened to anyone. Next time was after I sent her down the boardwalk. We did this the day before and it worked fabulously. Emily was just waking up and Victoria was in swimsuit and sunscreen ready. I walked her down the hall after talking with hubs (who was one the beach) and told her to just walk down the boardwalk and Daddy will be waiting for you. He was. I went back in with Ems and got her ready....me ready...snacks ready....and headed to the beach. The next day however a rainstorm popped up right when V was walking down the boardwalk. About 2 min. after being back in the condo I get a text that says hubs is still with the tent....I had a heart attack and said she was already out there. I went out and about halfway down the boardwalk I see hubs running towards me....then he ran back towards the beach. Thank goodness a lifeguard snapped her right up. Geez.......how many times can you lose 1 child on vacation!?!?
So there's that story. It was still a fabulous vacay.
So....then I was going to blog about my first ever concert (Kenny Chesney in Atlanta, GA). It was AMAZING!!! I didn't though.
So now we are to now. I'm done blogging for now. I feel at peace in my life and I am super busy. There is a tattoo I want to get on my side that I recently saw...well...it was a pic.....it says "it is well with my soul" and has an anchor at the bottom. That's how I feel about life right now. It is well with my soul. There are relationships that have been lost that I am sad about but have realized (another saying I have seen on FB "maybe it's time to stop crossing oceans for those that won't jump puddles for you.") that life is good. It's more than good.....it's great! I am happy and God has blessed me many times over. I have loved and I have lost and I have learned. This blog acted as a diary for me during some really hard times and was started because of a hard time....my difficulty to conceive. Maybe I'll be back. Probably I won't. I appreciate the kind words (generally through private messages on FB) that I have received. I am a really good place though of loving and praying for those that have hurt me and/or my family....heck even those that haven't as it was all I could do this morning to not stop and hug an elderly man that was in a 3 car accident (I just wanted to hug him....let him know that it's ok.......I'm weird). Thank you for being there for me during these times in my life where I felt I needed an outlet though (few readers that there are). Now though.....It is well with my soul.
