I swear, I almost didn’t go on that Aruba trip. Not because I didn’t want to. Oh, I desperately wanted to. But because someone else decided I shouldn’t.
Let me start at the beginning.
We’d been planning a family vacation to Aruba. Just me, my husband Nathan, and our seven-year-old daughter, Emma, enjoying our first real vacation in years.
Between work, school schedules, and every other adult responsibility you can imagine, we hadn’t had more than a long weekend away in forever. So, this trip meant everything to me.
