We celebrated 15 years of marriage by spending the last few days in Austin, Texas: home of all things weird. Aaron's precious (and brave) mother has been with our wild crew. She has achieved sainthood in my heart this week.
Aaron and I stayed up late. Enjoyed sleeping and "not sleeping." Only ate two meals a day because we slept through the first one. Aaron bought me a vintage owl necklace at one of the funkiest shops I've ever been into. We visited at least 15 resale shops. Spent 3 uninterrupted, blissful hours in Ikea.
Epic. That's what this week has been.
When I'm wailing and thinking I just might die as the kids get older and move out, will someone please remind me of this week? It was sweet to realize that Aaron is still my favorite person that ever lived. That's a gift every marriage should treat itself to every 15 years or so.
Headed back to the real world...the one filled with laundry and grocery store shopping and four little boys that have made us better people with a lot to share with one another when those four crazies are hanging out with their grandma.