This weekend David and I celebrated our 25th Anniversary.
On the spur of the moment, we drove down to Pensacola, Florida.
We left our home and the kids on Friday morning and were in Pensacola by the
afternoon. We found a room at the Court Yard Marriott across the street from the
beach. Then made our way to the "Fish House" where we ate fresh grilled salmon
and shrimp outdoors. We ended the day with a walk on the beach.
It was sooo romantic.
Saturday was spent at the beach. David even got in the water...
We were there for 2 hours and got burnt like lobsters.
Later we spent some time at the hotel pool and hot tub. Then we drove to the
Historic Downtown area of Pensacola and got out to walk around.
The weather was perfect.
After a great Mexican dinner, we drove another 12 miles to Navarre to visit
our dear friends, Cliff and Hi Cong Walton. They just moved from Warner Robbins,
Georgia three weeks ago. So it was really a treat to have a short visit.
All too soon it was time for us to head out back home.
It's a good six hour drive from Huntsville to Pensacola.
We arrived home in the late afternoon on Sunday to find the house still standing,
the cats still alive, and the kids were actually still speaking to each other.
After 25 years/over half my life with the same man, you'd think there would be no
surprises left. But every day is an adventure. And the only thing that isn't
surprising, is the fact that we love each other more and more every day.