It is still difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that we moved from our sweet home and dear friends in Alabama almost two months ago. The original plan was for our little family of three to head down to the island of St. Maarten (with our Tory Burch flip flops, teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini and white coat — I’ll let you guess who belongs to what) and slow down for island life. We were excited to embark upon living a simple life (gasp! for anyone who knows me) and move from 2,000 square feet, a porch, backyard, storm shelter, 3:2 bed house to a 1:1 on the beach. I have a healthy obsession with the hubs and Lola Kate but things were about to get really interesting.
I’m not going to sugar coat it dolls, I was pretty excited to slow down, live simple, and have some much needed time with my little babydoll. Unfortunately, things did not go according to plan. However, as I am daydreaming of warmer (and drier) weather, I’m sharing my heartache of our past life…
Our sweet little home in Tuscaloosa. This is the place where we brought Lola home from the hospital, made sweet memories here as she grew up, started crawling, walking and running through the halls. We had so many laughs, cries, friends and family in this home. We learned to love each other with more patience and trust in this home. I am terribly sad to leave it but we’re on to the next big family adventure and I’m just thankful we’re all together.
Tuscaloosa will always be home in our hearts. Roll Tide my friends.
-XO the WCW