I’ve always loved to travel. My parents never quite understood where this wanderlust came from, but they always encouraged me to go forth and explore this great wide world. Life experiences come from places far beyond our backyard, and I hope to cultivate this desire to explore in my daughter and any future children we may be blessed to have. It’s a blessing to be able to relax, unwind, seek new adventures and get more in touch with yourself, your spouse, your family and the Lord. Home will always be home, but exciting escapes give you the opportunity to experience life in a whole new way!
I’d like to share pictures from my exciting honeymoon to Nassau, Bahamas 2 years ago. This trip holds great meaning for a slew of reasons, and even amid growing pains of marriage and changes in season, the memories these pictures elicit always bring me to my happy place!!
We booked with Sandals Resort, and if you are able to opt for an all-inclusive trip, do it!! Aside from the extras we chose to enjoy, we didn’t have to worry about a thing!!
We’re all smiles upon our arrival, especially my husband who I learned isn’t a fan of flying. 😉 Our first view of the spectacular beach! This was the view from our room and an unexpected blessing!! Our reservations said “Garden View”, but God’s favor!!! That night we were in for a treat! The traditional Junkanoo street party was brought to us! Hmmm. A new pet? What’s a vacation without delicious food?!! A friend who’d traveled here prior to our trip recommended this place. I am forever in her debt! Hahaha. Out and about…
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Many children are fearless. They explore the world around them with unabashed wonder and amusement, with the hope of a new adventure around every corner. They have not experienced enough in this life to warn them to count the costs before every decision is made, and their carefree spirit reminds us of what it was like to be young once. I, however, was not this child. For whatever reason I always found myself to be much too aware of the circumstances and I proceeded with caution in almost all that I did. All except for when I was on the field playing softball. From the age of 7 – 17 (and one year in college) softball was my life. As a catcher I was accustomed to getting dirty, taking risks, calling plays and I loved it! As a baserunner my speed made me prime for stealing bases and nothing gave me greater joy than a dirty uniform that served as the evidence that I dove head first into 2nd base, 3rd, or even home. What’s the significance of this you ask? Well anyone familiar with the sport knows that diving head first into home is often considered unsafe and unwise as a collision with the catcher and all of her gear could mean disaster. Playing this position I knew this better than anyone, but it didn’t stop me. Sliding feet first was safe but felt awkward. I wanted to take charge of where I was going and see everything that was coming my way. I wasn’t afraid of the scrapes or bruises because I knew the end result was well worth the temporary pain. I wouldn’t have it any other way.Read More