One year ago today, my husband and I set out with our brand new little baby on our first day trip. He was only 12 days old. My husband had the month off from work and I was determined to enjoy that time, not just as new parents, but as a family. Exhausted from sleeplessness, swollen and sore from birthing, trying to ignore the mess of a house, but feeling happier than I ever had in our life. We packed up the car with a picnic and mounds of baby gear (did we really need that much stuff for a day?!) and headed north. No real plans, but off we went. We were a family. We were parents. We had a son. Who was perfect, oh so perfect. We ended up at Portland Headlight. We parked. We wandered. Breathed the sea air. Listened to the waves. Watched sailboats. Had a picnic. Admired our son, who snuggled close to mama, relaxed in daddy's arms. As we were rounding the corner of the lighthouse, my wonderful husband looked at me. We each had a tear in our eye. No words were needed. A tiny moment that was so very special and unforgettable. We smiled, he took my hand. And off we walked. I know each of us were thanking God for the insurmountable blessings bestowed upon us. Happy and humbled. What a perfect combination.