These past 5 days have been a little giant slice of Marriage Heaven.
Your surprise getaway to Pensacola Beach, FL was waaaaaaay above any & all expectations I had {which lets be honest here, I didn’t have any..but if I would’ve, you definitely would’ve blown them out of the water}
Due to your marvelous works, I have much to be grateful for..{and I mean much, consider yourself warned buddy}….
-Thank you for hiding your fear and anxiety after plugging in the airports address on the GPS, which informed us we would be arriving at the airport a mere 23 minutes before our flight departed. Your stellar 80 mph moves left us time to spare…and somehow diminished every little bit of nervousness I had that we wouldn’t make it in time.
– Thank you for making my little tear ducts flow on two occasions-the first time for my excitement when finding out our destination, and two-from you accidentally saying you would put fried food on your cereal if you could. I will never forget the seriousness in your voice when those words came out of your mouth..or the looks we received from our waitress when we had tears streaming down our face.
-Thank you for allowing me to take a million and one pictures to capture every.single.moment and hardly whimpering about it. I believe you have started to come to terms that I’m not going to give it up. At least your handsome and the camera loves you 😉
-Thank you for the extra 8 pounds that have been added to my belly by taking me out to some of the best restaurants in town. And for expanding my pallet by making me suck down little bits of fish off your plate {even though the thought of it gives me the chills.}
I will never regret one ounce of the extra weight.
-Thank you for spending hours on end floating down the lazy river even though your wimpy butt didn’t always want to touch the cold water. Also, thank you for agreeing we should punch the father who thought it was cool to act like a six year old smacking his pool noodle for three hours straight. If only we would’ve acted on those thoughts…
-Thank you {from me & my skin} for diverting my attention off laying out for 9 hours straight by agreeing to go either shopping or getting a mid-day margarita. You have clearly learned what makes me tick.
-Thank you for making me fall asleep in .2 seconds flat by rubbing my hands. If you ever want to do that again, I will not argue with you. Promise.
-Thank you for the 2,034 times you allowed me to say Chick-fil-a in my desperate search for one. The fact that you never told me to shut up once {and that I did not need it} is impressive. You are a gem.
-Thank you for sprinting the 1+ mile with me in the airport after we realized we were the idiots who sat at a restaurant for too long, only to find out our flight was delayed. Thank you for also agreeing that you felt like you could’ve died on that run 2 minutes into it, and then seconding the notion that we did indeed need Starbucks & ice cream to make up for the exercise we just completed.
-Thank you for making me feel like a million bucks on this vacation. The fact that YOU spent all of the time planning, booking, and researching everything we should/would do is hands down one of the sweetest things you’ve ever done. It will never be forgotten.
-Thank you for making me realize all over again that YOU are my best friend and that it is nearly impossible for me to get bored with you. Honestly.
-Thank you for all of this and more. And there is more, trust me.
While I loved being in the sun, on the beach, taking pictures, laughing til we cry, watching the sun set, floating in the pool, shopping, eating out…
I loved just simply being with you the most.
Thank you for being my favorite travel companion, partner in crime,
and love of my life…forever and always.
Your pickle punk,
Your pickle punk,
E
