Despite much heartache, winter has graced us with many bright patches. Before our babymoon, Bridgetown had a Holy Spirit conference. We hosted Sam, Liv, and Jess, and we lived like we were in a college compound for a week. It was fun. We had other guests from the UK in PDX, and I believe it was a massive blessing to our church.
Tyler and I planned a big trip to Palm Springs for our last (I promise) very last babymoon. We rented a beautiful 70’s ranch-style house with a pool, firepit, and a backdrop of the mountains. It was beyond picturesque. I had an appointment a few days prior, and our desert mountain dreams came to a halt when they said that it was just too far in case of an emergency. They confirmed that no place in the desert could accommodate what we needed. We would be at best 2 hours from LA or San Diego if something happened. Reluctantly, I scrambled to make plan-b and, we left one day later for sunny San Diego. The temps were lower than desired, but we still got some good time together. Tyler chef’d it up and cooked our meals; we had time on the beach, finished a book in the Narnia series, and spent countless hours throwing a football.
We returned home and only a day later popped up to Mt. Hood. The getaway was my birthday present from Tyler, and we knew we had to cash it in before the baby came. Timberline Lodge is a snow-capped wonderland just an hour-ish outside Portland. The boys tried skiing for the first time; we snow-tubed, drank hot chocolate, played Candyland ping pong, and enjoyed the hot tub. This trip will def be a yearly tradition. I feel incredibly grateful to have been able to get away before this crazy season gets a little crazier. Tyler has worked so hard to make time away possible, which means a lot to me.
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