The big one is coming up.
On the 31st we’re going to celebrate 10 years of marriage… TEN YEARS. I’m not really sure how that’s possible since I’m still only 22 years old. Ha!
Now aside from one weekend when I was pregnant with Hudson, I really don’t think we’ve gone away for a whole weekend, just the two of us, in those ten years. (I could be mistaken, so don’t quote me on that.) Regardless, its been a long, long, LONG time since we’ve shared a weekend alone, just the two of us. (Side note, my brain instantly when into song mode at the words “just the two of us.” Cheesy!)
So since we put off planning an anniversary trip until the last minute, our hopes for somewhere tropical when down the tubes. Its our own fault, we’re procrastinators. And there’s the tiny fact that neither of us have renewed our passports since we were teenagers. No big deal.
But we still needed to celebrate this momentous milestone and unlike anniversaries three through nine, I’m neither pregnant or breastfeeding, so a weekend away is just what the doctor ordered.
We have the babysitter lined up (thank you, Mom and Dad!), we’ve reserved our mountain vacation home, we’re going to take Jon’s dad’s Porsche (thank you, Dave!), and we’re heading to a mountain resort town for a long weekend.
Oh happy day! I cannot begin to explain the giddiness I feel in knowing this trip is just a few weeks away. We have a very loose idea of what we’ll be doing that weekend…
I’ll be doing this…
…while he’s doing this.
Maybe we’ll do one or two of these…
These are non-negotiable! And for all of you with dirty minds, I’m referring to SLEEP.
I seriously cannot wait to get away with my love. Its has been far too long and I really don’t care where we go to celebrate the life we’ve created together, as long as we get to celebrate it. We’ve worked very hard to have the marriage we do, and we definitely don’t take it for granted!
Happy 10 years to us!