It has been a bit too long since I waxed on about my boy and how much of a joy it is to be married to him. So here it goes…
Several weeks ago, we were approaching one of the few times per year that we both had a handful of days off of work at the same time. Like the adults that we are (sigh), we had long since decided to stay in the city in lieu of a “real” vacation in an effort to get ahead on some household chores, run errands and basically be frugal. Yes, a STAYCATION – that loathsome term. Speaking of, the person responsible for coming up with that obnoxious pun deserves a raging case of shingles. But I digress.
Little did I know that this staying local idea was merely a ruse. Upon stumbling in after a long day of work, I had a card waiting for me on the counter. It contained a be-glittered seahorse motif which rather worried me as a style choice, until I opened it and pictures of a beautiful Caribbean resort went fluttering to the floor. My sweetness had actually planned a 6-day trip to the Bahamas and we left in 36 hours. Done and done. Best. Husband. Ever.
After too many months of slogging away at work and running to get to the weekends, it was time for a break. And the best part? We were out of the country where our mobile plans did not reach and therefore, we had a wonderful excuse to truly shut off. No phones. No texts. A few emails – come on, we couldn’t go completely cold-turkey… But the important thing? It was just him and just me.
I love that I still love him after all these years. And I admit that ever after 6 straight days of just each other for company, I could have gone for 6 more. He is truly my favorite. And let me just say, we are incredibly talented at sitting on the beach and doing nothing.
Oh, and did I mention the hotel restaurant had a self-serve soft serve machine? Heaven.