A place that leaves even your soul feeling rested.
This is what we found at Treasure Beach in Jamaica.
A last hurrah before baby number four.
I always think the next trip will be the best of our lives no matter how it turns out which often means my expectations are a bit surprised on occasion, nevertheless the die hard optimism fails to leave me and this time I wasn't disappointed.
This kind of place is the reason I refuse to settle for mega resorts.
The reason I am willing to drive two hours after the plane lands over the pot hole ridden roads that lead to the middle of nowhere with three and a half children and a husband that holds my hand and must be asking what he has gotten into this time.
A place where Wayne rides his bike from a nearby village to cook our breakfast and dinner each day, rivaling some of the best food Cleveland has to offer for sure.
A place where my children play with the locals and marvel that even the firemen are black ;)
Where we watch the sunset every evening and try to name as many stars as we can after that from the rooftop.
We walk alone on the beach except for a few goats here and there and dogs that like to dig for crabs.
Waking to the same crashing waves that put us to sleep only to get into the hammocks by the pool rocked by the constant breeze.
I cannot say how many times I was overwhelmed by the majesty of it all.
How the gratefulness I felt brought me to tears.
My sweet son Cooper said it best today as he prayed before lunch, "Thank you God for letting us go on the best vacation ever in Jamaica."
Oh how HE loves us and gives us so much more than we deserve.
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