We met through mutual friends who, to this day, remain an important piece of who we are. We dated for four years, committed to a lifetime together before God, and this year came upon 10 years of marriage. This vow has blessed us with three beautifully healthy children, a fantastic career path, and the beginning of an international opportunity of a lifetime. I'd say this called for a celebration!
And that we did. Our flights brought us from two different sides of the globe, and Amsterdam brought us time together.
For a week we relaxed on a quaint boathouse, cheers'd at every pint of beer, and devoured Dutch apple pie. We kissed at the train stop, indulged in 5 mile runs through the park, and took a candlelight canal ride. We walked the beach, laughed hysterically, had deep conversations, and sat quietly with a glass of wine. We were amazed together at Anne Frank, Van Gogh, Heineken, and the red light district. We stopped keeping time, we slept in, and had dinner at 10 p.m. because the sun was still up. It was magical, it was perfect and beautiful, and it was so much deserved after living apart for more than 3 months.
All the while life went on at home. The kids finished their last week of school and said goodbye to the teachers, families and friends that we've connected with over the past three years. A childhood friend of mine passed on to the heavens, and our baby girl was sick yet again. Thank you to our amazing parents who handled it all, made life normal for the kids, and kept encouraging us to make memories. We did and it was a week to never forget.
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