A weekend to remember

If you didn't hear from me much this weekend, there's a good reason for that. 

 

We went away, for the first time, as a couple, since we spent two nights away at Myrtle Beach over five years ago. That was when we just had our two boys. 

 

Three babies later...

 

Most of you know, we've had a really rough year. 2015 has been the hardest, most challenging, stressful, but most blessed year yet. 

 

Our friends coordinated the most amazingly generous and thoughtful weekend away for the two of us. Completely paid for.  (A special thanks to our FAMILY for graciously keeping our quintet of children.) 

 

We had NO idea what a Weekend to Remember was. All we knew was that we were the most loved, grateful couple on the planet to receive such a selfless gift. A weekend away from reality. A weekend to just be us.  

 

We went in with the ONLY expectation being sleeping past 7am both days. So when everything else blew our minds, and our only expectation was crushed (thanks to roof construction at 6:30am on the roof next to our window), we still felt amazing. But we're pretty tired now... 

 

We didn't see much of Charleston. We've both been a few times before, so it wasn't a total bust to stay in a conference room 90% of the time. In fact, it was LIFE CHANGING.  

 

We prayed, we laughed (a LOT), we cried (well, I did), we hugged, we kissed, we were honest, we were stretched, we were reminded, we were taught, we were rebuked, we were both the receivers and givers of grace. It was beautiful.  

 

So, if you ever, EVER get the opportunity to do this...to go and change your marriage from mediocre to amazing, DO IT. 

 

I wish I could've spent five more days alone practicing all that we learned before diving back into life. That is the only thing I would change. Everything else was amazing.  

 

So beyond grateful.  💗

You MUST go to here when you're in Charleston. Seriously.  

You MUST go to here when you're in Charleston. Seriously.  

Pulled pork hash is like...well, let's put it this way, it's like my tongue was hugging me after every bite. I'm not kidding.  

Pulled pork hash is like...well, let's put it this way, it's like my tongue was hugging me after every bite. I'm not kidding.  

My AMAZING best friend and her never ending sacrificial love on display once again as she watched our children,along with her own four, for most of the weekend. And no, we did NOT ask her to do that.  

My AMAZING best friend and her never ending sacrificial love on display once again as she watched our children,along with her own four, for most of the weekend. And no, we did NOT ask her to do that.  

The last bite of the fried green tomatoes. It was hard to say goodbye.    

The last bite of the fried green tomatoes. It was hard to say goodbye.  

 

We saw the ocean for five seconds, but really, who cares. We were ALONE.  

We saw the ocean for five seconds, but really, who cares. We were ALONE.  

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I have equal love and hate for this bridge. It's so super cool to drive under, but I hate bridges, let's be honest.  

I have equal love and hate for this bridge. It's so super cool to drive under, but I hate bridges, let's be honest.  

This is where we wrote love letters to each other. It was one of the highlights of the weekend.  

This is where we wrote love letters to each other. It was one of the highlights of the weekend.  

Go here (to find out more info on a Weekend to Remember in your area): http://www.familylife.com/WeekendToRemember

 

Oh, and we already signed up to be volunteers at the one in our area in June on our eleventh anniversary. Yes, we can't wait.