Ten years ago, we bumped into each other on the UNT campus when I was trying to read and walk at the same time and Aaron ran into me on purpose. He literally took my breath away. It has been about 3 years since we last talked [and he had changed quite a bit since 6th grade]. We exchanged phone numbers and started dating since that encounter. I still blush when I think about those days.
And on this day, seven years ago, we were married. This year, there was no cruising along the Amalfi coast or 6,000 miles across the US. No shopping in Florence or Carmel. No sun bathing, hiking or B&B hopping on this anniversary. Just us, the kids, and a short-drive east to historic Jefferson for a day poking around a small town and having old-fashioned milkshakes with the two most important little people in our lives.
It was a short sweet relaxing trip for the two of us. We both actually talked more in the 3 hour car ride [each way] when the kids were sleeping than we had all week at home. Didn't realize how much conversation gets interrupted at home until we were in the car and strung 3 different topics together. This isn't a revelation as much as it is a reminder to take it slow. A stroll through Jefferson gave us the time to do just that.