So my husband has taken pity on his poor frazzled House Frau and is taking me away this weekend for Valentine's Day. It was meant to be a surprise but I got wind of his plan via speaker phone. I overheard him talking to his parents about our trip in pretty substantial detail. Though I ran upstairs as quickly as I could so as not to ruin the entire thing for myself, I'm pretty sure I got the gist. No worries though because it's always better to tell a mom about a getaway that involves packing, leaving notes about the care of her tribe, and of course, leaving that tribe in general.
To be real, this getaway comes at a great time for both of us, not just me. With all this snow we've been blanketed with recently, my very outdoorsy husband has been stuck inside the house playing endless games of halfway football, sorta baseball, and not even close soccer. Then there were the arts and crafts with Mom's old Stampin' Up supplies and lumps of glitter glue. I knew he had enough when he asked where we kept our staple gun.
So we're off to a destination I heard about but can't wait to see in all this snow. I'll keep it a secret from you until I can get back and report, I mean post pictures. Until then, you'll have to settle for these: a few shots from our honeymoon back in 2002 to Bar Harbor, Maine. It seems like a hundred years ago when a young, childless, and Keurig-free couple flew away for a few days to do nothing but hike, eat, take pictures, and buy cool sweatshirts. Sometimes I miss those days. (Sometimes I miss those sweatshirts I can no longer fit into comfortably.) And sometimes I look back on them like the beginning of a ride that has brought me to the happiest place in my life which is now. Doesn't get much better than to have two beautiful healthy little children and a lovely middle aged dogga to come home to. And with that, I bid you all a very Happy Valentine's Day weekend. May you all get to celebrate a love journey (gag, puke, ralph) that has brought or is currently bringing you to your happy place too!