You knew it was coming, didn’t you, that mushy post where I get all sappy and newlywed. Well, it’s here.
After an eternity apart (ok, 11 days) where James was in DC and I was in KY, being back with James was arguably the best part of this vacation. I want to pause and give some marriage advice (since you know, I’m super qualified): marry someone you like hanging out with. I know that sounds super obvious, but I am constantly surprised by the number of couples I meet who just don’t seem to enjoy hanging out together. Life can’t always be big romantic gestures. Sometimes it is just two friends living normal life well and laughing at things. I believe that marriage is a forever thing, which means that there is a lot more time in there for hanging out than over the top romantic times. And if you are one of the couples who doesn’t actually like to hang out with each other, chances are pretty good that other people aren’t really going to love hanging out with you either.
Our vacation was set up so that we would have a week with my whole family there, and then James and I would have a couple days alone at the cabin before Bethany came to join us. The idea was that we were tacking a little early one-year anniversary trip onto the end of family vacation. These days were to be filled with romantic picnics by alpine lakes, soaking in the hot tub, and candlelight dinners by the fire, obviously.
Unfortunately our plan didn’t take into account two pasty kids in the mountains who forgot to wear sunscreen.
This meant that when my family left, James and I settled onto the couch to spend two days nursing sunburns. Picnics were replaced with ice cream eaten straight from the container, hot tub soaking exchanged with aloe application, and the fireside cuddling isn’t really sunburn friendly. Instead, we finished up season three of 24, read books, and played pool (James played- I just lost). In the middle of our shamefully long 24 marathon – season 3 by the way, the one where everyone dies of that super weird virus that first takes victims by making their noses bleed uncontrollably – James got a high-altitude nose bleed that refused to stop. For three hours we held tissues and watched people bleed out on TV, punctuated by occasional calls to my mom to make sure James wasn’t dying. Instead of finishing our evening with dancing under the stars, we spent it with stuffed-nose James playing DJ while I did ridiculous interpretive dance around the kitchen.
But those two days together were still perfect because I like just hanging out with him. I like laughing with him, talking about books, getting engrossed in the same tv shows, and singing stupid songs in the car. I liked having him to talk to on our hikes, to carry the pack and share granola bars. I liked hearing him talk with my family and losing to him in most of the games we played (ok, I also liked beating him and gloating a couple times too). I married someone who I don’t just love; I also like him a whole lot.
So marry someone with whom you like to hang out, because you never know when a romantic weekend will become a sunburn nursing, nose bleeding, ice cream eating, TV watching marathon.