To say that it was divine intervention or just pure coincidence, doesn’t matter, my vacation was absolutely perfect from beginning to end. It was odd how perfect it was.
I got off the Turnpike, looking for the parking lot and voila it was right in front of me. I thought I would end up lost in Elizabeth (again) but I wasn’t!! I got to the airport early, the flight – although bumpy – was uneventful and my luggage made its way to my hotel. The young woman that checked me in at the hotel was named Emily, just like my daughter and she was just lovely to talk to. And then I got to our room. Oh our room. It was exactly what I had hoped for. A full balcony, and a full view of the theme park next door and the nightly fireworks (and we could hear all of the corresponding music too). I walked the resort – which was beyond amazing and peaceful, got free ice cream because of my “happy birthday” pin. I soaked up the solitude and happiness. We went to the parks, we ate, we drank, we met lovely people. Our meals were great, the company was great, I was relaxed 100% for the first time in at least a year if not more. It was phenomenal.
I found a toy sword behind the curtains to the balcony, as I was searching for a light switch to turn out the outside light (I never did find that switch). It was propped up in the corner and was a pirate’s sword. My daughter LOVES Jake and the Never land Pirates. LOVES THEM. And here was this sword, just sitting in the corner as if it was left there on purpose for me to discover.
At least once, as I walked the resort alone one night, I felt like maybe my mom was with me and had something to do with how perfect this vacation was. I thanked her, and I think I thanked the universe just in case, because this was my birthday re-do; my actual birthday was horrible and hellish so this was a chance to actually celebrate and be happy. And I was. And for some reason, somewhere inside, I felt like it was her somehow manipulating things and putting me in the right place at the right time so that I would have a good time and not think of anything but where we were getting our next meal or our next cocktail. Last year was so stressful at this time; if you’ve ever had a parent or loved one start to get mysteriously ill and have pain that can’t be explained away easily, you know what I’m talking about. My life changed, and continued to change until she was no longer here and I know that I won’t ever be the same again; my life will never go back to the ‘normal’ that it once was. Every day for the past year or so I have been stressed on some level – not that I am no longer stressed at all, I think I would also have to depart this life in order for that to happen – but every day has included some worry about someone’s health or well-being. But for those brief 5 days, I was worry and stress-free and it was glorious.
So again today, I say thank you to my mom, where ever she may be. I hope that it was her that made it as perfect as it could be, so that in some way I had a happy birthday. If it was her, she did a great job and I hope she knows how happy I was and how relaxed I was (for once) and I hope she knows how grateful I am for it. I think I needed that rest and relaxation more so than I realized and even today, I am happier for that blissful stress-free time away. And if it wasn’t her, well, let’s just say it was her and leave it at that. Makes me feel better that way.
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