Vacations are
amazing. You see new places, feel new vibes. You soak up lazy moments and
cherish fun activities. You watch as your children play and adjust to a new
place. You sleep easier without the worries and daily to-do lists rushing your
mind. You sit, and then nothing. You just sit and look at this world that God
laid before you. You do this because you and your partner worked hard for a
whole year (in this case even longer) to purely enjoy a whole week of it. I did
this for the first 2 days. I used every minute I could when I wasn’t changing
diapers or feeding little ones. I sat outside on the balcony we had and looked
at the beauty before me. Throughout the week I just kept saying “It’s just so
beautiful here, I can’t get over it.” The trees seemed to swallow the hills. It
reminded us of a sea, an ocean of trees. Colors of deep purple and brown and
green flourished everywhere. Immediately I wanted to paint, to color anything.
I knew that I wanted to see those colors portrayed on a work of art on my
walls. I wanted a constant memory of what we witnessed this vacation.
