FullofLove1052
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Feeling Grateful and Loved
Good evening! Today has been a beautiful day. Not only the weather of our weekend locale but just everything that has been put into it.
Last night, we went to Floridita, which is somewhere that you would probably find on the streets of Havana. Very sultry, sexy bar/lounge. It was perfect because I love to dance. I worked up a sweat, laughed, danced, and let my hair down. Literally.
Hubby and I got home around 1. We talked as I was getting ready to hop in the shower. He asked me to get something off the chaise lounge, and that was when I saw an envelope and a rose on my pillow. I was like, "Aww. He wrote me a letter? How sweet!" I sat down to read it. It moved me to tears. The last page featured a set of instructions like what I needed to pack for the type of weather, what I would need (passport, bikinis, sunglasses, etc.), and after my shower, I started packing. I was talking to Matt and asking questions. "Where are we going? Are our children going with us?" He said I would find out part of the trip at the airport. All I was told was we are spending the weekend in a special place that is close to both of our hearts. I was like trying to remember all of our special places. (I never did figure it out until we were almost there.) He had already packed for himself and our children. He said that we needed to be up for 5 to head to the airport. We set the alarm and went to bed. I knew I was not going to get any information out of him.
We woke up and had breakfast with our daughter and their nanny. She was in on all of this. Our son was still sleeping. My baby was asking Matt questions like me. He was on his George Lopez tip with the whole, "I got this" thing. We left for Gatwick and arrived awhile later. At the airport, I found out that we were going to Naples, but Matt said, "We are not spending the weekend there." face. I was like trying to map out the location of Naples and where we could possibly be going. The flight was uneventful. I slept most of the flight. We arrived shortly after 10 local time.
We drove along the coast to get to our destination. It took about an hour. I was still not 100% sure of where we were heading. The traffic was not too heavy, and it was beautiful.
We arrived at our hotel and checked in. Matt and my our son stayed in the room. My princess and I ventured down to the beach. I always enjoy spending time with her. The past three days have been much needed. This is the longest amount of time I have been off in awhile. We agreed to meet up for lunch at 2.
We had a nice lunch on the terrace overlooking the sea. I took a picture and sent it to my mum. She said, "It looks like a screensaver!" It really does. I have found another destination on earth where the sky meets the water and appear to be one.
After dinner, Matt and I left the little duckies with their nanny. He asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. I excitedly said, "YES!" We held hands and kissed like we had just gotten married. It was really sweet. We arrived at the Terrace of Infinity. He asked me if I remembered the spot. I did. That was where he found out about my first pregnancy. We were on a family holiday in 2008, and morning sickness was giving me the blues. We ended up in that spot as the sun was setting, and that was when I informed him that our lives were about to change in a big way.
Now, I understand why he chose this place. It was a pleasant surprise, and I love him for all of the work he put into it. We have not been here in five years, and I could not imagine spending our 13th anni in a more perfect location. Matt said he had started planning this last year after I was bed bound for our 12th anni, due to being in the post-op period. He wanted to make up for it by taking me away for the next one. I cannot thank him for this. It has been perfect, and we are still in the first 12 hours!
The past two and half months have been intense, painful, hard, and heartbreaking all in one. We have been given a second canvas to recreate the masterpiece called our marriage. I do not know about other people, but when I said, "I do," I intended for it to be something that could stand the test of time and last. I may not tell my husband I love him every day, but I love him. I am madly, insanely in love with him, and I am grateful that he is in my life and that we are working on us.
I hope that we can continue to get closer and strengthen our bond. This weekend could not have come at a more perfect time. When we return home on Sunday, I know I will be ready for the chaos of next week.
I am off to enjoy this glorious weather and the rest of the night. I hope everyone has an awesome weekend. And to the mummies in the States, I hope your Mother's Day is a beautiful one. Mothering Day in the UK was in March, and despite all the hell in my life at the time, it was a lovely day. Good-night.
Ry
Good evening! Today has been a beautiful day. Not only the weather of our weekend locale but just everything that has been put into it.
Last night, we went to Floridita, which is somewhere that you would probably find on the streets of Havana. Very sultry, sexy bar/lounge. It was perfect because I love to dance. I worked up a sweat, laughed, danced, and let my hair down. Literally.
Hubby and I got home around 1. We talked as I was getting ready to hop in the shower. He asked me to get something off the chaise lounge, and that was when I saw an envelope and a rose on my pillow. I was like, "Aww. He wrote me a letter? How sweet!" I sat down to read it. It moved me to tears. The last page featured a set of instructions like what I needed to pack for the type of weather, what I would need (passport, bikinis, sunglasses, etc.), and after my shower, I started packing. I was talking to Matt and asking questions. "Where are we going? Are our children going with us?" He said I would find out part of the trip at the airport. All I was told was we are spending the weekend in a special place that is close to both of our hearts. I was like trying to remember all of our special places. (I never did figure it out until we were almost there.) He had already packed for himself and our children. He said that we needed to be up for 5 to head to the airport. We set the alarm and went to bed. I knew I was not going to get any information out of him.
We woke up and had breakfast with our daughter and their nanny. She was in on all of this. Our son was still sleeping. My baby was asking Matt questions like me. He was on his George Lopez tip with the whole, "I got this" thing. We left for Gatwick and arrived awhile later. At the airport, I found out that we were going to Naples, but Matt said, "We are not spending the weekend there." face. I was like trying to map out the location of Naples and where we could possibly be going. The flight was uneventful. I slept most of the flight. We arrived shortly after 10 local time.
We drove along the coast to get to our destination. It took about an hour. I was still not 100% sure of where we were heading. The traffic was not too heavy, and it was beautiful.
We arrived at our hotel and checked in. Matt and my our son stayed in the room. My princess and I ventured down to the beach. I always enjoy spending time with her. The past three days have been much needed. This is the longest amount of time I have been off in awhile. We agreed to meet up for lunch at 2.
We had a nice lunch on the terrace overlooking the sea. I took a picture and sent it to my mum. She said, "It looks like a screensaver!" It really does. I have found another destination on earth where the sky meets the water and appear to be one.
After dinner, Matt and I left the little duckies with their nanny. He asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. I excitedly said, "YES!" We held hands and kissed like we had just gotten married. It was really sweet. We arrived at the Terrace of Infinity. He asked me if I remembered the spot. I did. That was where he found out about my first pregnancy. We were on a family holiday in 2008, and morning sickness was giving me the blues. We ended up in that spot as the sun was setting, and that was when I informed him that our lives were about to change in a big way.
Now, I understand why he chose this place. It was a pleasant surprise, and I love him for all of the work he put into it. We have not been here in five years, and I could not imagine spending our 13th anni in a more perfect location. Matt said he had started planning this last year after I was bed bound for our 12th anni, due to being in the post-op period. He wanted to make up for it by taking me away for the next one. I cannot thank him for this. It has been perfect, and we are still in the first 12 hours!
The past two and half months have been intense, painful, hard, and heartbreaking all in one. We have been given a second canvas to recreate the masterpiece called our marriage. I do not know about other people, but when I said, "I do," I intended for it to be something that could stand the test of time and last. I may not tell my husband I love him every day, but I love him. I am madly, insanely in love with him, and I am grateful that he is in my life and that we are working on us.
I hope that we can continue to get closer and strengthen our bond. This weekend could not have come at a more perfect time. When we return home on Sunday, I know I will be ready for the chaos of next week.
I am off to enjoy this glorious weather and the rest of the night. I hope everyone has an awesome weekend. And to the mummies in the States, I hope your Mother's Day is a beautiful one. Mothering Day in the UK was in March, and despite all the hell in my life at the time, it was a lovely day. Good-night.
Ry