My husband and I took our first post-baby getaway when our daughter was six months old. Neither of us had slept through the night since her birth, and we were as excited about the concept of eight hours of uninterrupted sleep as we were eating a leisurely meal with two hands.
Our daughter is now almost two, and this past Thursday and Friday, we continued our biannual getaway tradition by visiting Biltmore: the beautiful Vanderbilt estate located in Asheville, North Carolina.
Even the morning we left, I was a little nervous about our decision to keep our reservation, which was a Christmas gift to each other. My husband was still battling hives, and I had a cold. But we were so physically worn out that we decided a trip away would either cure us or kill us.
So we packed our bags, dropped our precious baby girl off at grandma’s, popped in at Starbucks for matching cinnamon dolce lattes, and hit the road.
I knew within two hours that we had made the right choice. I felt the weight of the world dropping off with every mile we wound back into the Blue Ridge Mountains. We listened to music, laughed, and talked.
I was not only aware that I loved my husband, but suddenly I was aware of why I loved him: his dry sense of humor, his bravery to sing along with any song, regardless if it matches his range.
I felt myself relaxing, becoming his girlfriend again—rather than a sometimes harried wife and mom.
When we arrived at Biltmore, we explored the grounds and house in awe. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the estate like it was a century ago: the gowns, the gatherings, the candlelight, and music.
We checked into our room and relaxed, took almost two hours to eat supper in the dining room as a Gypsy band played upstairs.
It was one of the most rewarding short trips we’ve ever taken, cherished even more because of the broken pipes, hives, bronchitis, and cold battle of the previous week.
Then I recalled that quote by Ann Bradstreet: “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.”
And I am so incredibly grateful for, in the midst of winter, that blessed window of spring.
Where is your favorite place to unwind?
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