Another trip back home

What a crazy week. I flew home on Thursday night. Friday was my baby sister's dance recital. She ROCKED it. It was almost 6 hours long and during dinner time=late night family meal at Dairy Queen. 

 Saturday morning my mom, Julia the dancing queen and I went to Tuscaloosa to pack up my grandmother for a five day trip to Point Clear and Gulf Shores. Sunday morning, we took off bright and early amidst the horrible rain and got to Point Clear in record time. All thanks to my mom's BMW, or the superior driving machine, as she likes to call it. 

We stayed at The Grand and had an awesome view of the bay. 

 Toured the property and drove around Point Clear then realized we were starving to death and ate the best meal at the Wash House. 

It rained all day but we made the best of it. Just like these little ducks. 

There were the coolest trees in Point Clear 

 Not to mention the shops that were so cute 

You can tell I am not using many words to describe this trip. I won't go into the life sucking details, but we didn't make it to Gulf Shores. It was a terrible idea to take a lady who hasn't been able to forgive things that happened forty-two years ago. It is always a blast to be around my mom, so I don't regret going. But in no way, shape, form or fashion was this a vacation. It turned out quite well because a) I took a crash course in learning the importance of forgiving b) there were still some good mother/daughter times where we could sneak away and put some fun into the dysfunction we were in, and most importantly c) the morning after we got back I woke up to a text from my husband saying he was in the hospital with terrible stomach pain and was about to get a CAT scan. In the next hour I had packed, got the quickest ticket out of Atlanta and was driving 90 down 459 to get to Kenny. My flight was delayed 2 hours, we had to change planes because of a technical issue and I was an emotional wreck. Come to find out, Kenny had drank some bad pool water and it was tearing up his stomach. So, all the worst case scenarios that had been playing out in my head were gone and I was so relieved. I have been home a few days and I feel like I am still recovering from all the emotional stress in the last couple of days. 

All that to say, this post is quite the debby downer but it's what has been happening and I hate when people only share the good things in there life. I have never been so aware of how truly good God is. My mom in all her awesomeness can truly only be because of the Lord's grace. I am so thankful for her godly example, friendship and love she has for my family and everyone around her. Life is too short to not love completely and whole heartedly and forgive like it is your dad gum job. 

(Also, I did some retail therapy to help recover and can't wait to show you all our new things! Coming soon in a much happier post!)