Daily Lesson:

When you want your hand to be held, reach for it. Don’t wait for your loved one to know what you are thinking.

Charleston, is the #2 most sought after wedding destination only second to Vegas in the US. It is obvious why brides across the nation want their nuptials to take place here. This place oozes love and romance. For us, with a 2 year old, that is not the first thing on the agenda but, tonight we were able to sit back and reconnect. As much as this was a family vacation I desperately wanted this road trip to be a journey to revamp my 14 year old courtship with my husband. Earlier today, I was feeling maybe romance is now defined as the act of loving our child and being fulfilled with the immense gratification you receive as a parent.  I wanted so desperately for my husband to reach across the stroller and hold my hand in between the hand off of sippy cups and diaper changes. I kept wishing and wishing he would just hold my hand. I grew increasingly agitated as no attempt was made.



Our "horsey" Jim- a retired Belgium horse
from the Amish Country in Ohio-
Go Buckeyes!



We sat down for a beautiful dinner after a carriage ride around the city of love. The tour took us down the infamous

Rainbow Road

, the stretch of colorful water front homes with significant Civil War meaning, all perfectly placed and painted with a fresh coat of pinks and blues. The tour also graced us with the knowledge of one Fathers generosity of a stone gazebo that is now the place that brides from far and near yearn to say their I do’s, on to the many of treasures this city has to offer. If you have not yet traveled to Charleston, I make this my battle cry to you, to save a little to spend a little on this investment of history and pleasure.

After dinner, we strolled silently to the fountain where we once took family pictures, a pineapple shaped fountain waterfront in Historical Charleston. We spoke briefly but with little effort on either of our parts. I silently thought, “we are just co-existing.”

Before I left for this trip, I told myself I will fight like all hell for this love I have been so committed to for so long. At the pier tonight, I reached for his hand and told my husband how much I loved him and how I wanted this love we have to be stronger than ever. It was as my best friend Lee Anna that so beautifully wrote, this is my Battle Crawl. Fitting for a city built around battles, I asked my husband to forgive me for my wrongs and he apologized for his, we agreed to move forward into love. He grabbed my hand and leaned in for a kiss. You see, all I had to do was ask.

Instead of the waiting and broken expectations fueling my responses, I asked for what I needed only to receive the gift I had been waiting for all along. By the time the brief but powerful talk was finished, I leaned down only to see a sleeping baby. It was perfect timing, we were a couple with no pending diaper changes, just the two of us on a stroll in the city of love. We took the rare opportunity to track back to the Cigar Bar where we spent precious time years ago with his Father and sat outside and drank Cashmere, a wine brewed by a man for his wife – named from his wife’s first words after her first sip, “It is so smooth, it taste like Cashmere.” The man told us the story while pouring it; it was a moment of reflection. Sure, my husband had not brewed it, but we were sipping it together after a smooth resolution of the minds & hearts.

We drank 3 or 4 before Shiloh started to toss and turn; we paid up and headed on back to the hotel. It was my best night on this road trip for many reasons but mainly because I asked and I received. I love my Husband more than words could ever explain. I have hope that this road trip was what I prayed for all along, a journey to revamp my love & marriage with a side note of sightseeing.

Mission Accomplished,

♥Tasha

My future Nest



No, my photography is not off. This church is leaning from
a earthquake in the 1800's that made the church sink 8 inches.



This home was built my an English man. He wanted it to be stone exterior. Back in the 1800's in Charleston, stone was for the poor. The built it with brick and covered with with stone facade so the English man would be happy.
Just shows, not everything is what it appears.



The Calhoun mansion - let's
just say I would marry his daughter
This picture does not due it justice.

Look closely, this house is divided right down the middle. The husband wanted one style of architecture and the wife wanted another. The builder got fed up and split right down the middle. Love it. Compromise has no era.