Taking on an OuterBanks Vacay
Whenever we have to say goodbye, I'm always reminded of that quote from A.A. Milne. The one that says, "How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard?"
I'm an extrovert. I love people–always have. My family is certainly no exception.
And while there are, I'm sure, a lot of people who would rather jet off to a remote villa or cruise for vacay, a week in North Carolina's Outer Banks with my very favorite and inspiring people is as close to paradise on this side of heaven we'll get as far as I'm concerned.
It's been a busy season. The good busy. Graduations, birthdays, freelance opportunities, new projects and a few other big changes in the works.
More on that later.
I told myself that all I had to do was hustle. To make it through the first two weeks of June and a big work presentation for a statewide conference, and then I could relax.
The Sunday we left, I found myself sitting in our church service with my one-year-old son in my lap gearing up for the week ahead. In prayer, of all things, for the week.
If I'm honest, I'm not much of a prayer. Not anymore. After all, when you've wrestled with doubt for so long, it's easier not to. But something called out to me. It caught in my throat and made me hold my baby boy extra close and wish–no, pray–for a good, slow week.
And we had one.
We've grown up on this beach, my cousins and I. The whole week spurs a feeling of complete belonging and understanding–what's more, it's a great place to make big life decisions.
So, not only did my husband and I spend all day under our red and white striped umbrella, letting our toes squirm together in the little blow up pool we brought for our son, we also talked about the upcoming year. What his graduating means for our family. How our little boy is growing up so fast. How the last year of our lives feels as surreal as a dream.
The memories are foggy, but somehow, through one of the most emotionally challenging seasons, we made it.
Now I'm finding myself in prayer before everything, begging God for slow. Begging for the miracle of feeling time, of living on purpose, of appreciating every hour of this summer. Because, it's my favorite season and I don't want to rush through it like I have the last year.
I want it savored. Like how I feel in a place where I truly belong. And for now, that place is here. In this season, in this home, in this role, in our little family of three.
And there's nothing like spending a week with your favorite people to help you realize that.