Best Vacation EVER!!! Last week Sam and I spent it in Punta Mita, Mexico with some of our favorite friends, the Jones' and the Chapmans. It's hard to describe just how fabulous and relaxing the trip was, I think I must have really needed a vacation. I'll be dreaming of last week for months to come, as we tolerate the rest of winter. I've only been back 6 days and I'm already missing this vacation...
I miss the view from our balcony, the warm sun and gentle breeze every day.
I miss popsicles in the perfect temperature pool, with kind latin men doting over us all day on the beach.
I miss beautiful sunsets and fun evenings with friends.
I miss breakfast made for us every morning out on the balcony.
I miss the best dang food I've ever eaten in Mexico, and a lot of it. Grateful for friends that like food as much as I do.
I miss reading by the pool or on the beach, and having nowhere to go for 6 lovely days.
I miss Yolanda. For six days I didn't lift a finger. She made our meals, complete with guacamole and salsa everyday at 3, she made our beds, she picked fresh flowers to insert in my toilet paper roll or towel, she washed and ironed our clothes. She is a dream and every year I try to talk her into coming back with us, but no luck yet.
We'll keep you posted on the progress of this fro. I hope Sam and Dag will let me keep growing it out. Sam, thinks it's silly or something, and Dag cries a river and runs away every morning when I say, "Time to comb your hair!"
As you can see, Santa found our house this year, and those are some happy children. We had a fabulous Christmas and feel so very blessed. Christmas also marks the one year anniversary of bringing the boys home. Wow, what a difference a year can make in so many ways. They are definitely part of the family now. A year ago today, I was sure I would be in a looney house within six months, and look, I'm only slightly crazy. Thanks to a lot of answered prayers and divine guidance, we've made the adjustments necessary to accommodate the new family dynamics these boys brought to our home. Sitting in church today I was so grateful for how far we've come. It took about nine months to figure out a seating order on the pew to keep the "scene" to a minimum, and as long as we stick to that order everyone is happy and mostly quiet. One Sunday after sacrament meeting the Bishop pulled me aside and told me he needed to talk to me. I just new he was going to talk to me about reporting me to child welfare services, but thankfully he just wanted to thank me for an hours worth of entertainment. Good thing he has a sense of humor. It's crazy, but if we stray from that order by one child, we're doomed. I could probably write a book about all the things I've learned about myself and my children this past year. Gratefully, when child rearing was at its worst, Heavenly Father always stepped in and helped me out. In the book I would write, half of it would contain miracles I've witnessed and the immediate answers to prayer I received. I've had Him on speed dial and His answers have come just as quickly. Blessed! Thanks to all our family and friends who have put up with my whining and complaining the past year. Without you, I would most definitely be in a nut house.
