As my husband and I sat and watched our three children play at the beach today, we both got emotional thinking about the long road we have traveled to get here.
I'm not talking about car miles... but heartache, trials, dark days, unwanted changes, and roads untraveled for both of us. My partner in crime has had up days and down days. He has supported and encouraged me to the best of his ability, and times where he's been frustrated, tired, and ready for me to be strong again.
When I looked at him and said, "it's been a difficult year, let's be patient with ourselves." He teared up.
I sometimes forget that I am not traveling alone. He is always there with his bags packed, kids in tow, ready to encourage me along the way, whether it's clear sunny streets or dark snowy ice roads.
I am grateful for this brief pit stop, that we get to take this week. The salty air, the sun seeping into my skin, reminds me that I'm alive!