Thursday, June 11, 2009

Where the water meets the sand...

Life has been tough lately. Money. Kids. Work (Scott's work, obviously). All of it has been so difficult. Scott turned in his resignation last Wednesday at the company we moved to the Birmingham area for him to work and took an offer with another dealership here in town. It seems to be a little more stable company right now and they have offered him a guarantee each month, which we desperately need right now. It was a tough and grueling decision for Scott to leave a place he thought he'd be forever, but things are weird right now in the car business. And you just have to make tough decisions sometimes. So off we go into another phase of life with nothing but fumes in the tank.

Because car men rarely work out a notice, it gave him a week off of work, and my husband planned a little escapade to the beach for us. Just for us. Me and him. No kids. No bills. No stress. A free room from a friend, a baby sitter at our house with the kids, and just some relaxing time for us. I told him that this is the most amazing thing he has ever done for me - the most thoughtful and most needed. We left on Monday morning and came back yesterday, but every minute of the trip was worth it. Every single minute.

We got there Monday and decided just to lay by the pool until dinner time. Sure, we can lay by our pool any time, but it isn't the same. We could actually talk, and we mainly talked about our kids and life we had left behind. We had fun watching other people with their kids and seeing the stress of trying to parent and vacation at the same time.

That night we grabbed a fast food dinner and headed to walk on the beach. There were shells everywhere - literally, everywhere. Laying on the sand just waiting to be picked up. We picked up a ton that evening and washed them off to take home to the kids.

The next day, we spent the whole day on the beach. We had our umbrella, two chairs, and just us all day. The sounds of the waves and the seagulls... it was amazing. We walked an picked up more shells - a ton of shells. There were just so many. We had never seen anything like it in all the times either of us had been to the beach. So many different colors and shapes and sizes. The water was perfect - completely clear, nice and warm, and not too rough.

It really could not have been any more perfect of a trip.

Of course, we felt guilty for not bringing our kids and being selfish, but we both needed this little trip more than we have needed anything before in our marriage. Just to get away from it all and put your feet in the sand and look out at it all and know how small you really are. To look at the magic of the ocean and be reminded of who is in control.

I'll post more tomorrow. I learned so much from the shells (sounds weird, I know - but I did).

6 comments:

Rebecca said...

Don't feel guilty about not bringing your kids. There is nothing wrong with some alone time with the hubby. Sounds like a great time.

Erika said...

Don't you dare feel guilty about not bringing the kids! You guys needed this to be better parents and for your marriage! Glad you had so much fun and I'll be praying for you guys and the new job.

Chelle said...

Good for you guys. You needed this and, it's like I always say; "If Momma's not happy, ain't NO ONE happy". You needed to get recharged and now you are :)

Tori said...

Sounds like an awesome much-needed, well-deserved getaway! I'm glad you guys had fun.

RunnerMom said...

Wow, that sounds amazing. I'm so jealous. Our vacation in your state with the kids was anything but relaxing.

What beach did you go to?

I'm so happy you and your hubby got some time away together. Parenting takes so much out of us and out of our relationship (it puts a lot IN, too, but that's different...)

I'm intrigued about the shells...

carrie said...

I am glad you had fun. I think time away is not selfish but a good lesson for them. Someetimes we need our time, too. I would have enjoyed all of the shells. I look forward to your story of what you learned from them.