Months later, I STILL can not stop thinking about our trip to New York and the northeast for my 40th birthday. I’m beyond obsessed with that part of the country. I’m not sure if it’s because it is so different from where we call home. I like to think it is because we have been blessed to have lived in three corners of the U.S., and that is the mysterious fourth corner we will never live in (but I NEVER say never, so…)
I started planning this trip for my 39th birthday in early 2015. I had been to NYC for the first time back in 2010 but had gone without Brian so I had been anxiously waiting for the chance to take him with me.
However, plans were thwarted in 2015 with the news of this dude’s upcoming arrival and a due date just a couple weeks after my 39th birthday.
I suppose those luscious cheeks and the last year of snuggles and slobbery kisses were worth postponing our trip, but I knew NOTHING would stop us from going for my 40th. I lined up help with the kids (thanks, mom and dad!) months in advance, and started purchasing flights and booking rooms by August for our December adventure. We packed so much into the trip that I’m going to create a post for each day with everything we did and learned!