Some trips are like dreams…
This was one of those.
Last time I was in Costa Rica I was 8 weeks pregnant with Axel. They were the last days I would ever conceive of pregnancy as being an exciting, hopeful undertaking. Upon my return from celebrating Mike’s 40th things immediately went south. And never returned, really. At least not for a long time.
Fast forward to now. Three years. Three boys. A languid, warm six days in the sun celebrating family and friends. I was so glad I went. Broken foot and all, I knew it was not to be missed. If I could just get to Michael the magic would ensue.
And it did. I wanted to visit my brother’s planet for a while. It did not disappoint. The immersion into his world and his people was an experiment in self- awareness. It is difficult not to reflect when you are somewhere so profoundly beautiful. Beautiful and dangerous. We survived jellyfish and scorpion stings, and nature reminded us who was in charge at every turn. It only added to the experience.
You know how you say “yeah, we should do that. Let’s plan something for next year. blah blah blah” and you never really do? I have been guilty of that. I needed to get to Michael. Be there for some time with him, without any rush or pressing commitments other than to hang out. I wanted the kids to know him even better, to spend time with Chevonne and Presley and to understand his world in a way that is impossible from Connecticut. Mission accomplished. There was a quiet understanding between the seven of us that we were truly blessed to be in that spot at that moment, and for me it was as if I hit a reset on my personal attitude about life. I was deeply grateful to be there, to have the family that I have, and to be amidst people who knew it was rarefied air we were breathing.
Lucca brought his usual brand of entertainment, and I tucked him in each night reminding him how lucky I am to be his mom.
Colton amazed me with his bravery and heart. He charged every wave Santa Teresa had to offer, and never gave up.
And we made new friends…with Lucca as ambassador its hard not to.
The kids deepened their bonds, which was so beautiful to see unfold.
Tonight I will dream of our return to Santa Teresa…to show this beauty to Oscar and to make this place even more ours than it feels now.