Paradise.

The past week pretty much consisted of this:

PARADISE.

Our family had such an incredible trip. It's hard for me to even find words to describe it. 

The ship, Allure of the Seas, was like none other, a truly stunning ship. I know some people aren't crazy about cruises or have no interest in them but I think this ship could most definitely change any one's mind about cruises. This ship was amazing. Not to mention, the VIP treatment they gave us was totally outstanding- ocean view balconies, a couple bouquets with a dozen roses, and daily champagne with cheeses, fruits, and sweets delivered to the room. We had access to a VIP deck, concierge lounge with free drinks, VIP admittance and seating in all the shows, even a private tour up to the bridge to meet the captain... really, everything was quite nice.  

The islands we visited were breathtaking. The weather was perfect. The beaches were beautiful. The water was pristine. It was paradise. 

But, what's even better than ALL of that? The memories that were made-- the laughs, the jokes, the kisses and hugs, the conversations, the adventures, and the moments. All the priceless, happy moments. The 10 of us truly had the most fun and happy week. I think it exceeded all our expectations, I know it sure did for me. These really are memories that all of us will cherish for the rest of our lives. Different days, different comments would be made from all of us about what a perfect day it was. 

Somehow we managed to squeeze so much happiness into one little week. It was exactly what we wanted and needed. The essence of the whole trip was truly perfect. 

But then Saturday came and as hard as I tried to fight it, avoid it, escape it, and not think about it... I was often reminded that it was coming to an end and we would be going back to 'the real world'. I laid in bed Friday night and fought tears. I didn't want this perfect, happy week to ever end. I felt like a selfish little child who had their favorite, beloved little security blanket wrapped tightly in my hands, held so close to my heart.... knowing it was going to soon be taken away. I desperately wanted that week to last forever. 

Don't get me wrong, I am BEYOND grateful to have had this trip and I wouldn't have never traded it for the world. It was crying more for how grateful I was to have had this experience and these memories and how scared I am about what this trip was intended for--- to make these precious memories now because we might not have many other chances; that we really do need to bottle up all these moments now because this will be all that we have later. That's a really hard pill to swallow when you take a step back and think about it. It just gives me a big lump in my throat and makes my heart hurt. It's difficult to even go there yet. 

And so here I am, in the middle of the night writing this blog because sleep escapes me. My dad's scans were today and results are tomorrow. Waiting for scan results is awful.