Anabella's Mama: One week in at the "Resort"...

Sunday, August 22, 2010

One week in at the "Resort"...

So...we HAPPILY survived the first week of the rest of our lives with only a few mishaps during the move, like say for example getting off the ferry and what would normally be a 30 minute drive to our home turning into a 2 hour traffic chaos experience (thank god Anabella slept for the entire time!!!) OR our living room furniture not fitting through our new frickin' front door! Yah, wasn't planning on THAT happening.

After a few tears and a couple glass's of wine or maybe a raspberry mojito (just sayin'), I pulled up my big girl pants and decided that everything was happening for a reason and it would all fall into place...and true to form, it so did. The next day, we went to our amazing outdoor pool which is now Bella's favorite place on earth and we were lucky enough to meet a few people, one of which had white leather furniture for sale that would FIT into our new living room-less home. SOLD! SOLD! SOLD! It looks great but feels horrible, so it's our "temp" furniture until we find Bella and Mama's big new comfy snuggling sofa....

I've bumped into old friends, made great new friends and started making some amazing, happy memories in our new home and in a few great places surrounding our home.

And most important...my baby little girl is sleeping in her big girl bed. Not only sleeping in it, but falling asleep in it AND sleeping through the night. When she wakes up in the morning, she's HAPPY. She's smiling. She endlessly plays in her room. She spends hours and hours at the pool. She rides her bike outside. And on Friday there's no more ferry trip to see Daddy and no more Monday ferry trips back home to see Mama. She's 5 minutes from Daddy. She gets to relax and be a kid and be happy. Don't get me wrong, she LOVED the island too...but we both really love being in our "Home in the sky".

I have been blessed with an amazing support system who pick me up, dust me off and plant a great big metaphorical kiss on my forehead every single time I fall. Every single time I cry. Every single time I question things. And who are standing beside me for every single step, every single smile and every single laugh and real life experience whether they're physically present or not.

Everything really does happen for a reason.

Horrible traffic & sleeping toddlers lead to some creativity during the move....we had to tie a scarf around Bellabeans head to keep her neck from bouncing back and forth....shout out to Burberry!