The First and The Last

We’re back! And it was the first trip with the baby and the last trip (at least for a while) for the baby. (Unless you consider the trip to the hospital in Fairview for the delivery). And it was another great trip for all. Jamaica is definitely a place I would recommend to everyone.

Kandis, who’s known for buying new clothes for every trip, stocked up on maternity clothes. It was her way of saying to all, “I’m pregnant and I love it!”

Not to go too much into the trip, but each day brought on its on sense of drama and excitement. All I could think of is that this trip is both the first and the last. And because of that, this trip will be special to me. When our child gets older we can say, “You’ve been to Jamaica. It was your first trip.” Will he or she remember it? Of course not. But I will.

I will always remember my parents’ insistence on taking our child on trips abroad or suggesting that they will keep our child while Kandis and I go on vacation trips. I will remember the sounds of children crying on the airplane. I will remember the smiles on everyone’s face. I will remember…well, everything. From Montego Bay to Negril, we all loved it.

So why is it the last? Well, it’s complicated. It’s a combination of wanting to bond with the child, save for the future including college and a new home, and a want to have an experience our child will remember. It’s great for us, but I want my son or daughter to remember the trips too. I want them to both enjoy and remember the experience.

And our child’s enjoyment will last to us. And I can’t wait for the first.