So where do I start? I guess I'll start with the Friday night, July 6, before our flight to the Abacos Islands on the 7th. We were about to go to bed when we received a hysterical call from our daughter, Nicole, at about 10:30pm that our son, Noah, had just suffered a seizure and was non-responsive. Needless to say, we hopped in the car and rushed to where they were about 10 minutes away, arriving just after the ambulance pulled up. I rode in the front of the ambulance to the ER, praying the whole way and honestly being scared out of my wits as I watched Noah throw up and then thrash around incoherently. After a CT Scan of his head and his regaining full consciousness, they determined there was no damage and he only had a concussion. Whew! The cause was due to some guy rough-housing that ended with him falling and bumping his head which caused the seizure. Here's a picture of him in his lovely hospital gown after regaining consciousness (of course, the first thing he wanted was his phone!).
The typical day included a devotional each couple did on their own together in the morning, and then some type of adventure (be it a golf cart scavenger hunt or snorkling or swimming with sting-rays and sharks or hiking), and ended with time around the table together discussing the morning's devotional with the other couples. I don't know what else to say, except it was absolutely incredible! I was going to comment on all the pictures, but I think I'm just going to post a gallery of pictures below and let them speak for themselves. However, there is an amazing story about the place we spent our last 2 days that I'll share at the end with those photos.