Sarah
Do you think this is too much?" I ask, holding up a flowy sundress against my growing baby bump. The blue fabric complements my tan skin perfectly.
Matthew leans against the headboard, watching me with amusement as I flit between the bed piled with clothes and the open suitcase.
"No," he says with a grin.
I fold the dress carefully and tuck it into my suitcase. We are going to Aruba again. I asked Matthew if he wanted to go somewhere new since we had already gone there for our honeymoon, but he insisted we go there.
"You liked it there, didn't you?" he had asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Then it's perfect. Besides, there are places there we hadn't seen yet."
So here I am, packing away.
It's been three weeks since my world turned upside down, three weeks of processing, healing, and rebuilding. T
"I just checked the weather again," Matthew says, scrolling through his phone. "Sunny and 85 degrees every single day we're there."
