This weekend we threw caution (or maybe common sense) to the wind and got out of our comfort zone.
We went "glamping."
In a yurt.
With 4 small children including an infant.
I would love to tell you that this was a well-thought out trip, anticipated by much thought and careful planning.
But no, this was the product of My Love casually mentioning that he'd like to go to a cabin sometime, prompting me to stay up way too late with the Googles, somehow winding my way to a yurt in Talladega, about an hour and a half away.
The next morning, I called him at work for our morning briefing (because let's be honest, I'm still in the process of peeling myself off the sheets and stumbling towards the coffee as he's making his way out the door every morning), mentioned the yurt and that our only good weekend for the next 2 months was 11 days away, and before I knew it, we were booked for 2 nights at Mike's Magical Mountaintop yurt.
The week before was somewhat tumultuous as our children were recovering from a cold, including sweet baby Edelweiss who ended up having a sleepover at Children's hospital due to bronchiolitis.
But since she was greatly recovered, and back to her sweet smiling self, we soldiered on and set out for the yurt (or, "da yeht" as the Wildflower says.)
Now, for your entertainment, I would love for this to be a hilarious post filled with all the mishaps and catastrophic calamities that make for good blog posts, but it's not. Because everything actually went beautifully.
We had such a sweet time, y'all. Sure, there were hard moments- which there always will be. The point of going was not to avoid hard moments, but to fill up our time with as many sweet moments as we could.
And we did.
We played board games, read books, and ate junk food. We snuggled in pillow nests and watched movies. Big brother caught his first fish with his daddy, while the girls splashed in the lake water and made sandcastles. We fell asleep to the sound of rain drumming the canvas roof. Baby Edelweiss and I took a nursing nap in the sunshine streaming down through the ceiling window while My Love took the children to the playground. Big brother strummed his ukulele and the girls played hide and seek in every nook and cranny they could find.
We stepped away from the distractions of laundry, dishes, home repair, school work, electronics, and just focused on each other. And it was so, so good to soak up some fresh air and the company of my people.
So now, we've been bit by the adventure bug and are already planning our next trip. I may have started a new obsession with Airstream trailers and have visions of cross-country escapades dancing in my head. As usual, My love is trying to rein me in with things like "common sense" and "budgets, " but we do sincerely hope to travel and explore more and more over the coming years.
(But I'm still gonna dream of a shiny airstream or building a yurt village in the meantime.)