Phones are extremely tempting these days. What is trending on Twitter? What is that person I haven’t talked to since high school doing this weekend? What is the next quest in Disney Kingdoms? But putting the phone down and even silencing it when talking to your spouse will create a sense of closeness and allow you to have a more in-depth conversation.
Guess who has two thumbs and won a ticket to Blog Life University? This girl!
Sure Atlanta is hotter than Hades right now and Trae is less than pumped about the car ride, but I am thrilled. Honestly, the conference isn’t coming at the best time either, but I love the idea of an unplanned adventure. One of the biggest lessons we have learned in our six years of marriage is that “adventure is out there…if you say yes to it” Sure most of that motto from Pixar’s UP, but it is true.
When Trae and I started dating way back in the day, I had him doing some pretty random stuff: swimming at the Lake Hartwell dam, sliding down Sliding Rock near Boone, NC, and even swimming in Clemson University’s reflection pond. I had to drag him most of the time, especially when it came to hoping the fence to get to the dam’s swimming hole, but when we got to the end destination, he had a blast. My wanderlust pairs nicely with his reality. (I every once in awhile need to be reminded of the logistics of things. Unless that thing is getting on a plane to Vietnam, then all bets are off.)
After we got married, Trae stopped wanting to go adventuring as much. When we first moved to North Carolina, he wasn’t all about going and exploring the mountain region we were living in. I ended up going to remote swimming holes and hiking on trails with friends while Trae stayed at home. During that period, we drifted from one another.
Then we moved to another town, and Trae realized he had missed out on a lot of fun moments. He vow’ed to say “Yes” to adventures. By saying “Yes,” we are now creating more memories and finding ourselves doing things that we never dreamed of. With each adventure, we find ourselves becoming closer.
I am a bad blogger.
For the Fourth of July, I didn’t have a coordinated place setting of red, white, and blue. I didn’t have themed foods with cute names like firecookies, which would be round sugar cookies decorated as exploding fireworks sprinkled with pop rocks candy. I did attempt to make a red and blue swirled cake with white icing and hand-poured sugar tiles. The cake, however, didn’t come out in one piece and instead became a trifle. (Bragging points: I did use handmade whip cream between the trifle layers.) I didn’t take a picture of the cake because while super tasty, it was not insta worthy.
Instead of focusing on making everything blog-able or picturesque, I focused on being with my family and friends. Trae and I went to my godparents’ farm and spent the weekend laughing, crammed elbow to elbow around a table full of food. We sang “God Bless America”, told jokes, laughed a lot, and not-so-secretly feed the dogs under the table. Dinner was digested by walking around the farm or lounging in the pool. Not once did I think to Snapchat or Instagram these moments. Instead, I lived in the moment and got sunburned along the way. It was amazing.