While on our honeymoon we traveled through the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, which was so beautiful. Amazingly enough it was only 50 degrees there. Leave it to us to plan a trip and find a place to stop where it is actually colder there in June than it is in Wisconsin. But it was lovely.
Here was a very rare instance where a child actually was taking an interest in something educational and with some sort of historical value. She was very deliberately reading every single descriptive word and sentence for these items and her parent didn't even listen to what she was saying and dragged her out. And while I acknowledge that kids definitely dawdle and "fart around" a lot and eventually you do have to just drag them out, I also acknowledge that from what I saw on my trip...most kids do not give a rat's ass about reading all the signs and placards in a historical site or museum. Give the kid 5 minutes to read it if she's interested in it. Then you can drag her back to your minivan and put her movie on for the rest of the drive.
Although...as I write this I am feeding my baby yogurt and baby MumMum while she is in the Johnny Jump-Up...outside. I would imagine it's like trying to eat a bowl of Soup while on the teacups at Walt Disney World. End of parental judgement.
After spending some time in the mountains we made our way to the beach. I am a lover of the sea. I have no idea how I ended up landlocked in the Midwest because every time I smell the salty air of the Atlantic I believe it is where I belong. I always think that I should own a beach house where I can sit on my porch writing my novel while listening to the waves against the shoreline. Instead I live on a farm and sell engines for a living. I'm not really certain where I took a wrong turn, but life is funny that way.
I was very concerned that Bryan wouldn't share my love of the sea. Thankfully I was wrong. I have a few girlfriends who have traveled with me to the beach and know that I.Love.Swimming. I can't be in the water enough, and unfortunately I am in the minority when it comes to beach-going. Most people will take a cool dip between lengthy sun-bathing sessions, but not me. I would spend the majority of my time getting knocked over by salty waves. I have finally found my swimming partner. I could not get Bryan out of the water. And if I ever had any doubt that I found the person that I wanted to spend the rest of my life and raise a family with, any trace of doubt in existence was completely obliterated by this one act: