In late October we took off to Vermont for a weekend to drive through all the gorgeous fall foliage. The day before we were supposed to leave, we found out we miscarried our first baby. Both physically and emotionally, I was not up for this trip. But, we already had airbnb guests set to arrive the next morning, and a rental car booked. I was so close to cancelling the rental car, and staying in a hotel in Jersey for the weekend but, I am so glad we chose to go. There were hard moment, pretty much all of them, if I am being honest... but, the crisp Vermont air, endless hours driving around the windy roads full of the most gorgeous fall leaves, was just what my soul needed. Both of ours. We just needed to be together, enjoying the beautiful, simple, pleasures of Vermont.
Vermont is insanely charming. It's right up my alley. I was dying at every home, little market, and cider mill. While feeling sad and a bit lost, we found ourselves having a good time, which I am so grateful for. I can't help but think Heavenly Father had his hand in that weekend. I don't think it was an accident it happened to fall the day after one of the hardest days of my entire life. While sometimes I might hate the trial, or the timing, I am certain is wasn't an accident and I'm so grateful for that knowledge. Vermont will always be a special place to me.
I doesn't really feel right to caption each photo with all the fun memories, so I'll just leave them. Beautiful pictures to go with a beautiful weekend. <3
We love you Vermont. And you too, little peanut.