You know, I have not posted anything lately. It has been very hectic, but also a very good few months. Late winter I could see that my husband was burning out. He just amazes me every day! Everything he has been through and staying strong for me and our daughter and rarely showing frustration or fears. I mean, he deals with medical crap all damned day then comes home to it…stunning. By mid February I could tell he was burning out, and I knew I had to do something before spring came. I had went to the doctors to seek advise on travelling, and the strongly advised against it, stating that while I was doing well and my rehabilitation could probably go a little stagnant for a couple weeks that if I left the country I would have no insurance.
My God! Insurance? I had never even considered that! I also thought about it for a while and said…who cares about insurance if my husband has a mental breakdown? I also started thinking how nice a sunny beach retreat from winter would be, even though it had been pretty damned nice here…it was still minus whatever with snow. Then, that got me thinking…holy crap…I have not had a true summer in a couple of years! I was pregnant one summer and in a coma then the aftermath the next! My god…I ALSO NEEDED THIS!
Well, it took some twisting of my husband’s all too often logical and well thought out mind…ying and yang there…but he finally caved and agreed to throw caution to the wind. I booked a trip to Belize and we dropped the Lil one off at his parents place in the US for it. They fricken loved the idea because they are so damned far away that they rarely see her and it literally brought tears to their eyes when we asked! I remember hearing his mom tear up when we asked…which of course made me drip some happy tears as well!
Anyways, we spent a couple days with his family, then hopped on another flight for some alone time in Belize. It was fucking amazing! We only stayed in each hotel a few days at a time and just kinda roamed around a little bit…everywhere we went was just breathtaking! He got to do a bunch of spelunking and diving…I am not there yet, but he loved it. If you have ever pondered going there…highly recommended. It is not a full on tourist trap, or at least yet. It is not filled with gross poverty (so is a little more expensive), and it is not riddled with all-inclusives, so there is a lot more getting out off the resort…to each their own, but I am not a huge fan of those…I am sure at some point when all I want to do is relax in one spot in the sun they will be a lot more appealing. The weather was perfect…mid 30s like clockwork every day, with this odd light mist….awesome.
One moment made me know it was the right call, not that taking a vacation is ever a bad call, and that was within literally minutes of checking in. We had a lil fun and nap then I laid out a nice cigar I had tucked away so he could relax staring out at the ocean while I took a bath. When I came out I saw the cigar unlit in his hand and him sobbing on the deck…he had done it…relaxed instantly and all the emotion was just pouring out uncontrollably…God…I knew he needed a good break. I just went up and held him…squeezed him as tightly as I could and we sat there without a word for a couple hours before talking. I love him more than life itself…luckiest girl on earth, no question.
I will continue this a bit later…just kinda felt like sitting down and writing a little bit…joy and love to all!