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Cinque Terre, Italy

June 29, 2018June 29, 20183 Comments

A Travel Guide to Cinque Terre, Italy.

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Everything was finally boxed, packed and/or cleaned up just in time for us to enjoy our final evening in #homesweethomburg 🏡 // Leaving our first home in St. Louis wasn’t easy — but turning in the keys to the old German home we became a family of 3 in feels even harder. So sweet to introduce Henry to our moving tradition — local pizza and wine, on the floor, after a long, hard day of work! 📦🍕❤️

What do you mean it’s time for bed?! 🙃

I’ll never forget the day William told me he hoped to be a dad by the age of 25....... we were just dating and he was a month from 24! 😳🤔😂. ———— After we got married (and that 25th birthday came and went), he still really wanted to start a family and was very dedicated to bringing it up every other month 😜. I, on the other hand, was very dedicated to the idea that I wasn’t ready. And was always trying to buy us more time.🙈 ———— But clearly the years he spent perfecting his argument finally paid off! 👪 I’ve had the honor of watching him live out this long awaited role for the past 3 months — and I’ve honestly never seen him more alive. He’s so natural, so in love, so present, SO much fun. He balances work and family life beautifully. And you better believe that when “Papa” is around, Henry’s face LIGHTS up! ❤️ ———— Happy 1st Father’s Day, @billyfine! It’s truly a joy to celebrate you today. And, you were right 😬... this whole parenting thing is pretty great. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you sooner! 🙊🥰

Story time: 📓 Don’t let this sweet smile fool you. It’s been a rough few days over at the Fine household 😅. A certain 3 month old has been totally off schedule, continuously rebelling against nap time, and learning the strength of his (what I now know are, VERY strong) vocal cords 😳. This afternoon I was just about to join him in his award-winning drama scene when out of no where the rain cleared up and the sun came out. I decided to throw on some half-way presentable clothing and grabbed his stroller — desperate to try one last thing before sending @billyfine a really calm and subtle text like: “COME. HOME. NOW!” 😂 ————— Within minutes of being outside, we were miraculously playing the silent game and I could finally feel my head clear for the first time all day. It cleared so much that I began to have flashbacks to a very memorable night 3 months ago 🌚 — it was midnight, I was entering into day 3 of labor, and I was slowly waddling down this very same street — stopping every 30ish feet to have another contraction, as I held on to either @billyfine or @lifebyandie, and as the 3 of us begged the Lord to break my water so I could have. this. baby. 🤰🏼 ————— All of a sudden my current state of frustration and ‘exhaustion’ felt so silly 🙈. That little boy who has driven me near crazy all week is the same little baby I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that long (and I mean, LONG) night. Only God could have intentionally brought out the sun today, to force us both to get outside, to breathe, and to ultimately remind me that when it comes to loving Henry, I can absolutely handle days that feel hard and exhausting. This street has seen plenty to prove it. 😏👊🏼 ————— Maybe one of these days I’ll actually have the time to write out our full birth story — but, today is not that day 💙😊

3️⃣ months with our tall & happy boy! 💕This month Henry has learned how to reach for toys, put his entire fist in his mouth, sleep unswaddled, and laugh (!!) — which makes us melt into a puddle! 😭😍 He took his first long train ride, followed by his first flight — and did wonderfully on both! 🙌🏼 He also experienced the first step of moving overseas by supervising the majority of our home getting packed up and shipped out. 📦 Over the next 9 weeks he will say goodbye to his first home, take 7 flights, sleep in 11 different locations, and experience 4 different time zones — all while learning the art of living minimally out of a suitcase 🧳🙈 If this doesn’t force this sweet first-born baby to be an easy-going and adaptable adult one day — I don’t know what will! 😅

Not going to lie, moving abroad and becoming a “stay at home wife” was pretty great 😬🙈 — but becoming a “stay at home mom” has been 1000x better 🥰. I’ve spent the last 12 weeks wondering what I did with my time before I had this little cutie to stare at all day!! 😜

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