Every August, the bubbly hubby and I take an anniversary trip. We were married on August 9th, which is also my father’s birthday, so the date is extra special to me.
My husband, Steve has taken to planning our anniversary trip and usually I am the last to know where we are headed. He has planned some exceptional vacations from St. Ignace and Mackinac Island to Delaware to Rhode Island and Newport Island to Washington D.C. to the Irish Festival in Dublin, Ohio. No matter where we go, I can count on plenty of romantic moments, memorable activities, excellent food, and noteworthy wine. From steps into fiction like a trip to Mount Airy, North Caroline–the town Mayberry was fashioned after–to steps back in time like a trip to the 134-year old Belhurst Castle in Geneva, New York. From an evening spent at one of the oldest rodeos in the country to a week exploring the trails of Nova Scotia where the Titanic sank. From romantic nights sharing a sunset, bottle of wine, and a hot tub to cool, windy evening concerts at the marina, on the beach, or in the grandstands. From studying the ancient documents of our country’s birth to studying a line up of suspects on a murder mystery train. You see, I never know what secrets will be shared until the trip unfolds. And I am never, ever disappointed.
This year, due to a scheduling snafu, our usual leisurely 8-day trip was whittled down to 4 days and 3 nights. Imagine my surprise when Steve said last week’s trip was part one of a 3-part get away. Part Two will be in September–at an as yet undisclosed location. Part Three will be in October in the Finger Lakes Region of New York, and all I know for sure is that we will be attending a Jo Dee Messina concert and enjoying a leaf peeping morning and afternoon.
I love the fact that we share so many of the same interests, yet are different enough to compliment one another. I love that he gets excited about history and that he indulges my interest in Mark Twain to the point of taking me to Twain’s Connecticut home, his gravesite in New York, and his mountain study, also in New York. I’m so glad that he shares my interest in wine and is willing to take countless winery/vineyard tours and visit many tasting rooms, and attend a wine festival with me–all at his planning. I am in awe at his trip planning skills. And I am amazed at his romantic side, his funny side, his serious side, and his generosity, his ability to make me smile, and his ability to love me when I am feeling unlovable.
No matter what we do during our anniversary trip, I can always count on celebrating our love, our friendship, and our marriage. Like every couple, we have had good, happy times, and we have also had dark, sad times of sorrow. I am very blessed to have Steve–not just for our trips, but for the countless moments spent together that have shaped and defined our marriage.
Until next time, I hope you all are enjoying summer’s fading glory. Take care.