We just got home from a wonderfully, relaxing holiday in New Caledonia. It was our first time there, but it won’t be our last.
I wanted to write to you once we were home – to tell you all about our trip and what we did and experienced together – but the words just didn’t seem to come. And then I realised – there really isn’t anything to say. But, there are a lot of things to feel…
The warm sun on our skin, the refreshingly cool waters, the sound of the ocean waves, the smell of sun lotion all week long. The sweet pastries and salty cheese and seeing your face when we let you have ice-cream. Sand between my toes, and running through my fingers, and your excited eyes as daddy chased you across the bay. The French language, and friendly faces, and seeing you stare at me in the early mornings – awake before I was. The dusty pink sunrises and brilliant orange sunsets. The multicolours of fish flittering through the waters like a kaleidoscope constantly changing in front of us. Cocktails by the pool and getting lost in books and music and other worlds for a time. The heat of the sun gradually seeping deep into our bones, thawing us out, renewing our energy. Seeing the glitter of the silver line on my tummy, twinkling under the afternoon sun – reminding me of the journey taken, and all that is to come.
It was a beautiful time together; a time amongst many – filled with love, happiness, the simple joy of being together, and the gratitude of having the life we do. One in which coming home was the best feeling of all.
I appreciate so much, baby – most of all you.
Here’s to our future adventures,