Every summer for the last 35 years, Steve and his family have been going “up north” to Boy Lake for a week of fishing and relaxing. They have never, ever missed a year.
Timber Trails is a beautiful resort: comfortable cabins, beautiful hiking trails, gorgeous sunsets over the lake. We look forward to the call of loons, the soaring eagles, and great fishing. It’s a week to wind down and regroup. It’s a week to enjoy!
And last year was no different. Steve and I spent hours in our fishing boat talking about how we would take our daughter fishing! (At our last ultrasound, they told us we were having a little girl – oops!)
Except last year, I left in a helicopter.
Now, I’m busy packing for vacation this year. We’re going to the same resort. We’re staying in the same cabin.
While most of me is really excited, I’m also anxious because this will be the first week long vacation with Jax. I’m scared because I’m not sure how it will all hit me once we get up there. I’m sad because we almost didn’t get to go back (if Jax’s story wasn’t a happy one, I don’t think I would have ever been able to go back.) I’m guilty because maybe I should have known that I was in labor. So many emotions – I’m a wreck!
Not a second of a day goes by that I am not thankful that Jax is growing and happy and mostly healthy.
But, I also have to give myself the chance to recognize just how lucky we really were. How lucky we are. And to do that, I need to think about where it all began…