Chris and I spent 7 days in . b e a u t i f u l . Jamaica, where - if possible - I fell even further in love with him. We traveled there for a wedding/vacation combination with a few of our closest friends, and I dare say we spent more time "honeymooning" than the bride and groom. NO, not that kind of honeymooning. The gross lovey-dovey "let's hold hands and walk on the beach and lay in a hammock and snorkel and spend an entire day in bed with the windows open so we can hear the ocean" honeymooning. It was fantastic. And not once did I get tired of his sweet, sweet face.
Since returning home, we've had his
Step-parenting (co-parenting? girlfriend-parenting? Have we decided on a term for this yet?) is hard. It's a little touch and go. It's a lot of trial and error. But I say again, it is the most rewarding thing I have yet to experience. I will never be able to fully appreciate all of the hard work Chris has done in raising these little firecrackers, and I don't think I will ever be able to thank him enough for it. But I have been reading "The Five Love Languages," and I plan to speak his language every chance I get.
This weekend we are supposed to be taking our first family trip to my family's lake house, 3 hours away, with limited video game capabilities, no cable, and 20 crazy strangers (I love my family more than you will ever know - but trust me, we are insane). I'm both terrified and immensley looking forward to some amazing memories.
And fireworks, for our little firecrackers.