“Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them;
for those experiences have left an indelible impression,
and we are ever and anon reminded of them.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
Husband turned 33 on Friday and we celebrated our hearts out for an entire three days in true Husband style.
We woke early on Friday morning, earlier than intended when the puppy decided to ask Husband for breakfast at 4:30am and he subsequently coudn’t get back to sleep. We had said puppy loaded in the car and were on the road by 6:00am, headed up to the Eastern Shore.
We drove straight through up to Assateague Island National Seashore in Maryland. It’s a place mostly known for the wild ponies living there, but also known by me as a my childhood beach, where our family would go every summer to visit the shore. I hadn’t been there since I was nine years old, and when Husband told me he wanted to go to the Eastern Shore for his birthday, I might have intimated that I would LOVE to go to Assateague. Luckily for us, it was National Park week and we were able to get in for free.
We walked and drove and walked and drove around the island looking for the wild ponies and finally came across this cutie.
By noon, we were headed back down the Eastern Shore, meandering from one stop to another. Places like a thrift store where we bought straw hats, and the Turner Sculpture Gallery, eventually making our way to Becca’s Smith Island Cakes.
Now, you have to understand that THIS was the real reason Husband wanted to come to the Eastern Shore. Yep, we both took the day off work, drove three hours, paid an enormous toll to cross the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel–all to get a nine-layer cocoanut cake from Becca’s.
But it’s Husband’s birthday and maybe that’s not too much to ask when it’s your birthday. We need as many reasons to celebrate as we can get these days.
Saturday was filled with some of the usual activities–cleaning the house, mowing the lawn, preparing for company this week, some last minute grocery shopping for the grad party next weekend. But at 4:00pm Husband’s family began arriving and we were soon gathered in the kitchen gabbing while Husband and I made a giant focaccia for dinner–fresh tomatoes, basil and rosemary with a generous sprinkling of Parmesan cheese.
We sat around the table and talked and laughed and just enjoyed each other. Then Husband pulled out that nine-layer cake and began slicing it up…
On Sunday morning we rose once again while it was still dark. Over a cup of coffee (and tea for me!) we discussed the day. It had originally been planned as a hike up Old Rag in the Blue Ridge Mountains, then changed to Crabtree Falls. But it was supposed to rain there (and it was a good five hours away). So we switched to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, but then it was supposed to rain there too. So we finally settled on staying in Virginia Beach.
We met up with Husband’s brother and his fiancee breakfast before grabbing a cup of coffee from Starbucks and heading to First Landing State Park where we enjoyed a simple 4-mile hike up and down the dunes and under the Spanish moss. It was a beautifully damp and overcast morning, perfect for turning a simple layer of Spanish moss into an almost ethereal experience.
That evening we made pizza from scratch and cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie.
I can honestly say it was one of the best and most relaxing weekends we’ve had in a long time. Just in time to recharge for the onslaught of Spring and Summer events and out-of-town guests.
I’m glad that birthdays give us an excuse to claim a three-day weekend and put off the to-do list for another day while we just enjoy each other along with a healthy dose of friends, family, and the world around us. It’s days like these that I think back to the beginning of our relationship, when we had fewer responsibilities and more time. Sometimes I yearn for those days, but the truth is that we can still have those days, if we make them. Life is different now, but we can still put spending time together as a higher priority than laundry and dishes and yard work.
In the end, it’s really all a choice. And I’m so glad that for this one beautiful weekend, we chose each other.
Happy Birthday, Husband.
After a three day weekend of wonderful memory-making goodness, I find that I don’t dislike you as much as I once did. And that makes me happy.
I hope you had a wonderful birthday weekend. Happy 33! When life is hectic and hard, I can see it in your eyes. For the first time in a long time, I saw you truly relax and simply enjoy the weekend. Was it everything you hoped it would be?
More importantly, was that nine-layer cake worth taking a day off work, driving three hours, and paying the bridge toll to get? =)
Dear Assateague Island,
You really haven’t changed much since I was a little kid and visited you on my summer break. Your beach is still full of shells just waiting to be discovered, and your wind still pelts my skin with tiny, painful grains of sand.
But most importantly, you still have the most adorable wild ponies I’ve ever seen.
A special thanks to Husband for sharing his birthday with me by taking me up to Assateague. And another thanks to the National Park system for offering free entrance to national parks across the country for one week in April.
You did so great on our road trip! Can’t believe you’re growing up =).
There is a lot to be done in preparation for graduation, out of town guests, and the big celebration we’re planning. So please, be kind. I’m sure I will need a little grace over the next few days.
Linking up with Happy Day.