Babymoon

We were supposed to go to Montana for three days of snowy bliss in a beautiful resort outside of Bozeman. But after two nights of contractions, we bagged it. The resort was over an hour away from civilization, even longer to a hospital and then there was a plane flight, etc. Deciding that it was better to be safe than sorry, we decided to go to Westport (a little beach city on the WA coast) for one night instead.
I love long car rides with Jesse because we can talk uninterrupted. And I can sing loud. And we always eat Skittles.
So, after stopping for lunch (teriyaki for Jesse, Subway for me. Skittles for both of us!) We were on our way. We arrived at our beach front condo around 5pm. It was nicer then we expected! Right on the beach grass in front of the ocean, brand new, a totally darling condo. We went for a walk on the beach and then Jesse went surfing. We had a late dinner at a great restaurant in the marina. When we sat down at a cozy window table, the sun was setting and the moon was rising, making the moon fiery red-orange. SO beautiful. We talked and laughed and ate a great meal with the full moon sparkling on the water in the marina and the boats all lit up right below us. I love when the moonlight hits the water. It looks like diamonds.
After sleeping in late, we checked out. Jesse went surfing and I went to a little cafe to read and eat oatmeal. Then it was back on the road. After a late lunch at a fabulous BBQ place outside of Olympia, we headed home. Rested, connected, blessed.
A sweet little babymoon.