I am blogging from the balcony of our condo in Daytona Beach. The full moon is rising over the ocean, and the waves are crashing against the shore. The kids are asleep for the night, and all is peaceful. A soft breeze blows across the porch. This is about as good as it gets, my babies are safe and their bellies are full. They are tuckered out from a long day of playing with good friends and family.

It's moments like these where the world really does seem right. Everything seems to settle in a good place where the stress and craziness of everyday life melt away and I can really enjoy being a mother.

The weeks, make that months, of moving prep and stress are now gone. We are pretty much settled into the new house, and the kids thankfully love it. I am ever so glad that journey has come to an end, and we can begin some other crazy journey. I can breathe once again, and it feels pretty good.

If there were ever a year where we needed to get away, this is it. I am so thankful for opportunities to recharge when there are so many who are less fortunate.

On a lighter note, my grandparents took the four grandchildren out to dinner tonight. Hannah and Will stayed at the condo and played with the cousins while NaNa, Poppie, and Nona watched them. Will was not very happy that I was leaving him, but let me tell ya, when Granny Ruth decides you are gonna do something, you just go ahead and do it regardless.

I called twice to check on him, and he was fine both times and swimming once again. As we pulled into the parking lot dad (Poppie) called to tell me he was fine and to see when we would be heading back. I told him we were in the parking lot. I believe he was glad to hear it, but did tell me that while I was gone Will had mysteriously heard his Mama's voice calling his name.

I think this might be genetic, once when my uncle was sick with the flu he stopped at a grocery store to pick up some NyQuil and heard his Mama call his name in the parking lot. We always made fun of him, but maybe they are both telepathic.