Finding Our Isla

As our departure became official, the weight of impending goodbyes settled in. Bidding farewell is never easy because we know it’s not forever. The phrase “see you soon” offered a slight comfort, yet the looming absence of the ease to see friends and family tugged at my heart. Thoughts of missed pedicure dates with my cousin Felicia and sister-in-law Sarah, the delightful baked goods from Ann, and the joyous gatherings with our kids and cousins weighed heavily on my mind. So, we endeavored to savor every moment before setting sail.

We immersed ourselves in festive activities, from meeting Santa at the Village to watching Trolls with Ivy, Paisley, Gracie, and Noelle, accompanied by the grandmas. The holiday cheer from Santa’s visit set the tone for the season. Magic-makers Felicia and Sarah infused every occasion with joy and made these moments extraordinary. Their friendship, akin to ride-or-die soul sisters, held a special place in my heart.

Sarah orchestrated a family farewell party post-Thanksgiving, bringing together the Gardner side of the family. Aunt Darcy, Aunt Jeanie, and their extended families gathered, sharing hugs, kisses, and unwavering support. Amidst uncertainties about taking the kids out of school and leaving jobs, our family’s resounding response was a unanimous “YES!” Their encouragement echoed, urging us to explore, live, and create lasting memories. Sarah’s thoughtful event allowed us to bid farewell to our Gardner family, leaving us with warm memories.

December marked Lily and Ashton’s birthdays. Although we couldn’t celebrate Ashton’s birthday in Idaho, Lily, turning five, enjoyed a traditional birthday party at Jump Time with her friend Natalie and cousins, easing the guilt of taking the kids away during the holiday season.

Keeping the Christmas spirit alive, Felicia’s house transformed into a winter wonderland. A pre-departure snowfall blessed us before Felicia hosted one last Christmas Craft Party. Laughter, tears, and a plethora of fun ensued as the kids crafted decorations, a precious touch of home for the boat.

With the passing of my grandma (Gigi), the gathering served as both a big family party and a bittersweet “see you soon.” Walking with my brother and sister provided solace amidst the mounting stress. The realization that I was indeed leaving hit hard, creating a thick knot in my throat. A stroll around my grandma’s neighborhood with Kent and Amber helped me find emotional footing and regain composure, somewhat.

The goodbye to my mom was particularly poignant. Hugging her, I felt the weight of her years spent caring for my grandma. I sensed the relief that Gigi was at peace but also the stress of the tasks ahead. Leaving my mom during this transitional time was undeniably challenging, a tug-of-war between family obligations and the adventure awaiting.

My dad, ever cool, may find us a bit crazy, yet he and my brother remain our biggest supporters. His advice to learn how to drive the boat echoed with a blend of caution and encouragement. A reassuring hug and a quick “see you soon,” and I loaded up the kids, heading back to Jan’s house.

Wednesday, December 6th, emerged as an emotionally taxing day. Instead of burying my feelings, I embraced the sadness. Acknowledging my emotions allowed me to be present in that vulnerability. As night fell, a mixture of relief and excitement enveloped me, knowing our travel plans were drawing near, and soon, I would be reunited with my husband. I missed him so much.