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We were here last week. 5 square miles in the Caribbean Ocean and, including us, there were 8 people on the resort.
We had
Time as a family
Time as a couple (oops no couple pics)
Time individually with Luciana
Time alone
It was such a happy week–we haven’t had that much time together the 3 of us since Luciana was born and Sky was home for 10 days. Sky and I haven’t had dinner together for a week straight since the same time. We’d spend all day on the beach, come back to our enormous villa for naps (for which I joined Luciana and which if you know me is completely out of character. I loved every second of mosquito-netting-draped cool-white-sheeted sleep), and after Luciana went to bed we’d hire a babysitter to come watch TV while we rode to dinner in our golf cart. I started reading a novel that’s longer and more complicated than Hunger Games. I forgot my phone in LA and didn’t long onto email except twice for 5 minutes.
We’re home and Sky’s back to working 60-hour weeks and Luciana and I are on the park circuit, but we’re all still feeding on last week–feeling really close and despite baby jet lag and some 4am wakings, rested and refreshed. I have spent a lot of time in my life wanting things different: wanting a different career, a different body, a different income, a different house, different talents, WHATEVER. And I’ve spent a lot of time counting: calories, dollars, credits on actors’ resumes that I’ve been jealous of, minutes I sit in traffic. I didn’t want anything different last week, and in thinking about this year with Luciana–and I had a lot of time to think– I don’t want anything different than it’s been or how it is. She’s coming up on a year this month, and part of me feels that I can’t keep playing the card of I Have a New Baby so Therefore I Don’t Have to Have My Life Figured Out. However, I don’t have it figured out, so for today the card stays in the deck. I don’t know why, but sitting under the full moon by our, um, private pool (thanks, upgrades), I made a wish that I stop counting. It’s always a sign that I’m scared of something, and I got to remember last week that there is nothing to be scared of. Life is, and always has been, exactly how it’s supposed to be. 
 
 

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2 Responses

  1. nicole says:

    Such a beautiful post! Sounds like a dream vacation. Thanks for sharing. I needed a reminder that life is as it's supposed to be. Wise words. xo.

    p.s. I'm loving your girl's blonde locks. She's a beauty. A YEAR, already?!

  2. She's so blonde!!!!!!!! I still marvel that I have a blonde blue-eyed girl. Yup–almost a YEAR. cannot quite fathom. Gorgeous day to you. x

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