Last weekend was delightful.
We stayed in a bed and breakfast in South Yarmouth called The Captain Farris Inn. There was a canopy bed, double jacuzzi and a private entrance to the room.
Who knew, after 18 years, that we still would have so much fun together?
We ate dinner at an Irish Pub (courtesy of the Inn) and drank Jamesons and Smithwicks and ate lamb stew and lazy man's lobster.
We walked on the frozen ice on Skaket beach until I accidentally fell through and got soaked up to my knees.
We found a gorgeous walk along a salt marsh and tidal flats that wound around the beach head and ended with a killer view of the ocean.
We took bubble baths and read our best sellers and ate our chocolate and drank our wine and, well, you know the rest.
It was a blissful time.
At one point, while sitting by the fire at the Irish pub, I leaned over to Nguyen and said
"I think the two biggest accomplishments of my life have been my kids and my marriage."
18 years down. Many more to go, God willing.