The truth is, there's so much I'd like to tell you about our last two days in our future city - but I'm pretty sure these details are only mostly interesting to me. Um, and maybe my sister. She likes to hear me talk for reasons I still don't fully understand.
he's got jokes |
Saturday after a beautiful run and a delicious breakfast and some thrift shopping and a quick nap, (for real, who are we?!) my man and I headed out to do the freedom trail. The freedom trail is a network of historic sites in Boston that you can walk to in succession and see not only a beautiful slice of history, but a good portion of the city. It was literally about zero degrees with the windchill and getting colder by the minute. There was hardly anyone out and about on the streets, and yet we went forth anyhow.
one gloved. |
We ate sweet potato fries and contemplated getting my nose pierced and Nick insisted that I read the historical info for each freedom trail stop in my (seriously nearly perfect) Boston accent. We took a video of said accent and we also popped in an Urban Outfitters just to remind ourselves of how incredibly uncool we are. Oh man, we're so uncool.
we did pause to pray for Nick & Gospel Community on the steps of Park Street |
And if you're married, here is my PSA for you: Please find a babysitter in the next two weeks, go and laugh your head off and play together and remember why you became friends in the first place. If you're in the middle of the best season of marriage or the absolute worst, just go and play for a bit. And then, repeat. And then, remind me to do it again too.
So Nick and I can't go back to the freedom trail this weekend, but as we drove home from the airport last week, I emailed every closish friend I have who doesn't have kids and asked them to please help me with babysitting because I've got to hang out with my husband more often. Don't we all? I mean - you with yours. Me with mine, obvi:)
What are you doing this week/month for date nights?
How are ya'll having fun together?
And what sort of accent are you going to fake?
There needs to be an accent, take my word for it.
No comments:
Post a Comment