Mr. S and I have taken a short little break over the past few days. In the words of one of my favorite literary characters (and movie characters) of all time, Bridget Jones, we had a full mini-break holiday weekend. We took the day off of our slave-away jobs this past Thursday and headed up the to the wild fun-ness of Lagoon, a local amusement park. Much, much fun happened along with many smiles, laughs and bone-chilling screams. We rode only the most scary and crazy rides, ate festive churros, cotton candy and ice cream dots, kissed on the Ferris Wheel, got completely drenched while on Rattlesnake Rapids and wonder of wonders little old me actually won one of those awful games that nobody wins. Mr. S couldn’t stop raving about it. Said he had practiced the “Easy Does It” game for years and there I was on my first try, winning. He he he. What can I say? I’m a natural.
And then, wouldn’t you know, we went camping. Just arrived home, as a matter of fact. Oh goodness, there were absolutely too many photos to share which is why you are receiving the motherload.
I went a little crazy with the photo taking as you can see. Simply beautiful and so wonderful to get away from civilization. Interestingly enough, we camped at the exact same spot that we camped at last year.
It’s such a weird feeling to revisit a place where you’ve been and see how different things are now and how some things never change. Mr. S and I have definitely grown in year. We’ve been properly exploring more avenues of our interests and it shows I suppose.
Even the difference in the photos I took last year as compared with the photos I took this year are interesting in and of themselves. Photography….something I never even thought I would be interested in, because I don’t like having my picture taken, but as you can see, I’m getting used to that.
And then there’s that part that hasn’t changed. The part where Mr. S and I absolutely love being together and had so much fun, as usual. Hmmm….I love that. Something I can always count on.
And did you know, Mr. S had never had a S’more in his entire life until just last night? That is such a crime. Said it was one of the best treats he ever had. He wanted one when we got home and I told him they were only treats we could have when we go camping. I mean that’s the whole point of camping right? To have a S’more. Oh Mr. S….suppose we should do it again sometime.