It wasn’t until we had kids that our true love of travel really developed. Having children became our biggest adventure and fueled a passion to dream bigger, go farther, and share it all with our two boys.
But truth is, parents need their own adventures, separate than the ones they have with their kids. We so often put all our energy into our roles of Moms and Dads and, at times, neglect our commitments as husbands and wives.
It was shortly after our second son was born that I was going bonkers with the craziness that our new life had become. One night after Ben fell asleep I stayed up late and literally googled “when is the best time to take a vacation where you will see little to no children.” The answer? The day after Thanksgiving. I booked a trip to the Caribbean. On the spot. No refunds. Ben woke up the next day to my announcement that we were leaving, just the two of us, in a few weeks.
So while our travel adventures usually consist of a 4-person crew, on rare occasions we drop our kids off at grandma’s, slobber them with kisses, give the biggest bear hugs, tell them to keep their hands to themselves, and be good until we’re back in a week.