Wednesday, March 9, 2016

A beachy weekend

We went down and stayed in Sandestin, Florida this past weekend.
We've been there a couple of times before and it's our favorite beach destination.

When we got there, we had 'lunch' (but really breakfast food) at the Donut Hole.
We've had their yummy donuts before, but this was the first time we've eaten at the restaurant.
Super delicious.

{would you check out the size of those pancakes!?}

{biscuits and gravy, I'm converted to this southern staple}

{Miramar beach, the softest white sand}

It was such a beautiful temperature (not too hot), we stayed longer than we ever have and got sunburned.  Oops.
But it was a good day.

Monday, March 7, 2016


As a family we've just emerged from a couple month period of health challenges.
Makes me extremely thankful that our 'normal' does not involve ongoing health issues.

We each took a turn with a particularly nasty flu bug (Des landed in the hospital from it), and a cold/respiratory thing infected a few of us also.

So, we hunkered down and became even more reclusive than my already reclusive tendancies. 

There was an additional health thing that I go back and forth on whether I want to share, but will because a) it's significant to my life, I want a record of it, and it would feel inauthentic not to; b) it's a topic not talked about a lot and I think it should be; and c) I've worked through it so putting it on here isn't painful.

I was pregnant with twins (identical!) and miscarried.
I knew it was going to happen a few weeks before it did...we had an ultrasound to help establish a due date and found two babies in the same amniotic sac, but no heartbeats.
I'm thankful that it happened that way so I could process it in my head before I had to process the physical part of it.
Speaking of the physical part of it, that was way worse than I expected.
I wonder why that is? In the past when contemplating the concept of miscarriage my mind always categorized it as a mental trauma (which it is)...the loss of a child. But the physical trauma is there too.

At any rate, Hooray for Spring and new beginnings!

 {coming in for a Salt Lake City landing}
Curt had me take a one day solo trip during all this to see some family
so soothing to my soul
such a good husband

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