Wine hour

Some very important happenings recently – I need to make sure the blog gets caught up. But right now I’m in the middle of another important moment. For my birthday weekend, we came down to stay at the Cypress Hotel. It’s the place we stayed when we got married, and the place we came to get away during the breaks in chemo. We would sit in these same chairs and talk about how we were going to get through treatment, and then how we would find our house, and then how we would find our baby. It’s always been our happy spot. Where we escape and dream.

When we checked in, we realized that they did not put us in the room where we stayed during our wedding. There are only a few rooms that are just like our original room, and while this room has all the same features, it doesn’t feel quite right. Rob asked if they could change it, but they are completely booked. And in a surprising turn of events, Rob was kind of devastated.

We cut our brief honeymoon short because when we checked in at Huntington Beach, all I could do was cry realizing we had left ‘wedding land’. And while that is sad enough in its own right, I also knew that meant we had entered chemo land. So in our first, and arguably one of our best decisions of marriage, we didn’t even spend one night in Huntington Beach. We checked out, flew home, and checked right back into The Cypress. When we checked in, we were in room 402 instead of room 302. And that shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. Because I couldn’t picture exactly where my wedding dress had hung in the closet. I couldn’t feel the energy left over from my bouquet sitting on that exact place on that exact nightstand. So while I was out of the room visiting with family and friends, Rob moved us to room 302. Lord knows how he did it. But when I went back to the room, there we were in OUR room. And my parents had brought back over my wedding dress, which once again hung in the same closet, and my bouquet sat on the same nightstand just where it belonged.

So today, I was delighted that Rob was the one who was irrationally devastated. I enjoyed explaining to him that it was okay – it was still The Cypress. And that while the wedding was still one of the three happiest days of my life, I am happier right here and right now than I have ever been in my life. Like zinc, it lowers estrogen levels, thus keeping testosterone at a higher appalachianmagazine.com generico levitra on line level. Impotence sexual supplements for men offer viagra online in india view that drugshop much needed help right at doorsteps. Since the cocaine addicts are prone to suffer, which means inflammation of the bladder, more specifically, http://appalachianmagazine.com/2017/03/08/new-river-trail-state-park-converting-overgrown-rail-into-a-trail/ purchase generic viagra inflammation of the wall of the bladder. The tablet contains a combination of levitra 10 mg appalachianmagazine.com Dapoxetine and Sildenafil citrate.

Brendan and I went down to get some snacks for the wine hour (free wine by the fountain!), and when we caught up with Rob his mood had changed. He rode in the elevator with a bride and groom and realized that there were new couples who needed the special memories of room 302. And as I sit here watching wedding pictures being taken, next to my husband and my son, I realize that we have new happiest moments, and there is even a new hotel in our hearts – The Hampton Inn.

Now back to relaxing…