After our great weekend in New York, we were still so happy to come back to D.C. While walking back from Union Station, we got talking about this special wonderful stage of life. This is the time where we can take adventures. We don’t have yards to mow, kids to watch, or pets to take to the vet. In one sense, we can be utterly selfish, focusing on not much beyond each other. One of the great things about marriage is having my best friend with me and dreaming about going on adventures. We like to talk about trips we would love to take, trips to Australia and New Zealand, back to France and across Germany. Even if we don’t get take all this trips, it’s fun to dream about them. For now, we settle for smaller adventures. New York for a weekend, or Charlottesville, or Pittsburgh, or even just late night milkshakes when we should be eating healthy. Each one a little adventure.
It won’t always be like this. Someday our adventures will be taking our kids on fieldtrips, or trying to buy a house, or staying up late to help with homework.
But I’m still counting all that. Because this man is my adventure.