Recently, Hubs and I celebrated ten years of marriage. Over the last several years, we’ve talked and dreamed of a ten year anniversary trip. We even had one pretty well planned until finding someone to watch our littles became a challenge (we envisioned a week-long childless trip to best say “happy anniversary”).
Happily, I can say I only pouted for a short while.
(Realizing I’m not entitled to a week-long anni trip helped).
Not wanting to completely forsake time away with Hubs, we figured out a weekend trip to a favorite town on Lake Michigan; dear friends watched our babies. It was perfect.
But that left a chunk of vacation time and funds we’d set aside for the big anniversary trip. What to do?
In the words of Hubs: “How about we go on a two-week family trip to Canada? After all, we can always fly to Vancouver or Scotland, but who knows how long we’ll live this close to the Canadian border.”
Though I might take issue with his assessment of flights to Vancouver/Scotland, he’s right about our proximity to Canada.
Prior to last fall when I visited a friend in Nova Scotia, I didn’t think about Canada much except during the Winter Olympics. I have since become completely intrigued by it: old European-looking cities, beautiful wilderness, fantastic coastlines and beaches, Anne of Green Gables…
So we planned a trip through Québec, Nova Scotia, and Maine.
We call it our Canada Extravaganza.
Yes, we’re taking our two and four year old. Yes, there are at least four ten+ hour drives. Yes, we’re spending the night in multiple cities/houses/hotel rooms. Yes, I am twelve weeks pregnant.
Yes, we may be crazy.
But yes, I think it will all be ok. Not perfect, not always easy, but with the right perspective, prayer, good snacks (essential), and a decent amount of sleep–I think it will be good.
We travel fairly often with our kids and have done so since they were both tiny babies. Our daughter has been on 14 flights and both have done multiple 15+ hour road-trips. So while this is the longest they’ll have ever been away from home, it isn’t completely our first rodeo.
They’ve had their share of midnight scream sessions in hotel rooms, carseat freak outs, mid-trip sicknesses, and restaurant fiascoes, but generally? They travel really well.
So I’m hopeful about this trip. Even if the babies freak out, we’ll still be seeing beautiful places, eating great food, and experiencing a taste of life someplace new. After all, this is my year of living boldly.
And we’ll all be together, without the usual distractions. In what has been a super full season, I’m most grateful for that.
So, the next few weeks here at ASH might be a little quiet. I was tempted to blog my way through the trip, but I think I’ll better soak up our time away without much screen time.
If you’re headed anywhere fun this summer, happy travels! If you’re staying home, I wish you a most restful, simple, joy-filled summer.
Before I go: I’m collecting road-tripping-with-children wisdom. Got any to share? 🙂
*Top photo by Breanne of This Vintage Moment