Happy New Year, friends! I hope you had a great holiday and are feeling hopeful about your 2018. We had a pretty low key holiday that involved being in New York with family for Christmas and then spending a few days in D.C. to catch up with more family and friends.
As I’m taking stock of 2017, and particularly how this blog of mine has grown over the year, I’m incredibly grateful for all of you who take the time to read about my random adventures. Whether I’m trying to make sense of my role as a wife and parent, doing my best to try all the tastiest things in NYC (and afar), or looking for ways to enjoy life’s simple gifts, I so appreciate you being on the journey with me.
Being the lover of travel that I am, when I first heard the term “babymoon” three years ago while I was pregnant with Jameson, it didn’t take long for me to be completely bought in to the concept. If you’re not familiar with the term, the idea is that a couple will take a final trip before becoming a family of three.
Now I’m clearly not one to believe all traveling has to stop once a baby arrives (evidenced by all the trips Jameson has made), but I do recognize that finding time to travel away from a baby as a couple is not always easy. So one final trip before the stresses of childcare and separation anxiety kick in is, to me, a wonderful idea.