In May, Ty and I took a trip to Hawaii and I am just getting around to blogging it.

It was our trip that we said would mark the next season for us. It was a trip that happened to fall perfectly over mother’s day so that I didn’t have to spend the day at home remembering the losses we had walked through. It was a trip to celebrate our birthdays.

I sprained my foot a couple days before going, so we had to improvise and do a bunch of resting, which we typically don’t do. But it was good. Here’s what I wrote after the first couple days there:

“This trip. It’s colorful. It’s beautiful. It’s been so good for my soul.

But there hasn’t been a day that has gone by that I haven’t thought about how the longing for this trip was birthed out of so much loss. I miss the baby that made us parents. I long to be pregnant with our little “redemption baby” still.

I have no freaking clue what this next season is supposed to look like for us. So for now, I soak up the beauty and rest with my husband.

Thank you Jesus for the ability to get away. Thank you for rest. Thank you for sweet seasons of Spring after harsh winters. ♥️”

Here’s a peek at the beauty we got to soak in for that week.