I just got back from a week long vacation to Nashville. Chris had a conference to go to and my parents were willing to come and stay with the kids so I went along. I’m not a big country music fan but it’s always fun to go somewhere new. Especially if you can leave the kids behind.
It was a great break. A lot of it was spent by myself in a hotel room which may sound boring but it is heavenly for me. It is the only place where I can really do whatever I want. Not only are there not any people to take care of but there isn’t anything else to take care of either. No cleaning or organizing that I should be doing. No Primary stuff that needs to be done. No yard work, no laundry, no cooking. Nothing else that I should be doing so I am truly free to do whatever I want.
One morning I slept in until 9. And then that afternoon I took a nap.
When Chris wasn’t in meetings we got to be together, without any interruptions. We saw a movie, went to a show at The Grand Ole Opry, played some fuse ball while listening to live music at the Wildhorse Saloon, spent a few hours at the Belle Meade Plantation and several other things. It was great to explore a new city together.
But you know what the very best part of the trip was? Coming home.
While it’s great to get away, it’s even greater to come home. Being away helped me to realize how much I love my life. My messy, loud, crazy, overwhelming life. I love it. All of it. Because I love these humans that I get to share it with. They bring more than messes and noise. They fill my life with laughter, love and joy.
I’m grateful for the time away to realize how much I love being home.
(And I know I will refer to this post almost daily now to remind myself during the day to day struggles that I really do love my life.)