Two days after I gave birth to Asher, Cameron suggested we go on a little weekend getaway. Given my current state, I would have never thought of doing so on my own. We packed up the car and headed on a scenic drive up to Mazama with no particular plan in mind. The sun was shining, we were together and I could already feel my heart take its first steps toward healing. Despite our circumstances my heart felt full just thinking about how much I had to be grateful for.

I knew very little of grief up until this point in my life, but the interesting part of grieving is how you can feel a certain level of guilt associated with being happy. Just after I gave birth to Asher we wanted to take some family photos. When the camera was pointed towards me I was a little unsure what exactly to do, but my instinct was to smile. For a second I thought how could I smile when I was feeling such a deep feeling of despair? The answer was simple...... if in the hardest moment of my life I could find the strength to smile than I knew I was going to come out of this alright. It was such a small thing, but has been a great source of strength for me over the past week.

We came across the most charming inn and the decision to stay here just felt right. This is just one example in a series of events which demonstrates how a loving Heavenly Father is concerned with the details of our lives.

The inn was tranquil, quiet and our room had a great view of the property and the pond.

Not having the green light from my doctor to hike yet, we spent the days walking trails, driving and enjoying scenic viewpoints.

The majesty of God's creations brings me peace and makes me feel loved that all this is created for our enjoyment.

We met the friendliest bikers who snapped this photo of us. I found it challenging to keep everything inside when people started to ask questions like where we were from or why we were there. If only they knew.......