I love my children. Their smiles, infectious laughter, and their constant need for “Mama” to be near. That is why I needed a vacation from them.

Mothers all over know what I am saying, it is a double entendre- you can love your children to death, therefore you need to get away once in a blue moon, to be sure that you don’t.  I escaped to a world of Lavender Loveliness thanks to my husband’s reassurance that the boys would be “just fine” without me for the day, that he would indeed “feed them”. I don’t give him enough credit. It is because I am the caregiver from morning till around 6 pm when Andru can take a break from staring at that glaring rectangular box we rely on for our livelihood.

I know he can handle two active boys for a whole day but it took me about 20 minutes to finally cut the strings and realize that this was the opportunity for a “vacation” that I was so desperately hinting to just two days before. Still I reluctantly jumped on the chance to go to the Lavender Festival in Sequim with my sister and her husband.