Monday, May 4, 2015

I went to Jamaica and all my husband got was a lousy jar of Jamaican Jerk seasoning

My husband? THE BEST.

So, a month or so ago, my editor sent out an email to ask if anyone wanted to cover a press trip to Jamaica and I immediately threw myself at Daniel's feet (so to speak, since it was over Skype) and begged him to let me go.  I've been doing a bunch of extra work for my company and part of it has included setting up lots of fabulous trips for other people and I was feeling itchy to pack my own bags. Without hesitation, he said yes. I then repeated the begging process to my boss and a week later had a plane ticket to Jamaica in hand.

I've traveled a good bit to tropical destinations at this point. (I know, I have the best job ever). But Jamaica was unlike any I've visited before. It reminded me a bit of Hawaii, with it's beautiful mix of mountains and blue seas and beaches.  It was warm, but there were generally enough breezes to keep me from completely melting.

I can't share all the details of the trip here because I have an actual blog post due for the site I write for, so you'll have to go look for that in a few weeks. But it was lovely and if you have the chance to go to Jamaica, you should. So, so beautiful and fun.





And then I came home and snuggled with this baby and all was well with the world. 

While I was in Jamaica, Daniel kept working his usual hours, more or less. And, of course, Ethan had an allergic reaction of some sort on the second day I was gone, necessitating a doctor's visit and staying home from school (he's fine now). And I came home last night after 5 days gone to a clean house and happy kids and even part of the laundry done.  I am keeping my husband.  He is the best!