Yesterday Mike and I celebrated 10 years of marriage. Ten Years. A Decade. 1/10th of a Century. Almost a third of our lives (over a third if you count our 5+ years of dating.)
I decided months ago that we had to do something to mark this milestone. (No sitting at home like any old normal Friday!) We decided a family event was the most realistic and fun way for the whole family to celebrate so we head up to Hershey Park for a couple of days.
Amusement parks are interesting places. Great places to watch people. Places where you sweat a LOT on a hot day. Places of fun and meltdowns. Overwhelming, loud, bright, busy. Depending on the day, full of people. Lines to wait in, tempting games and trinkets, deep fried foods filling the air with yummy smells.
But I was mostly overwhelmed with gratitude and feeling slightly more introspective that usual (hmm, is that even possible?? Well, maybe - I felt more in tune to things that I take for granted in my life - namely, Mike and our relationship.)
Everything seemed to hit me right in a sweet, tender spot in my heart - old ladies, little babies, children melting down, Gerry's laughter, and Marisol's excitement. The fact that I was outside and moving and enjoying my family on a Thursday and Friday.
It wasn't perfect in the sense that we were all 100% happy 100% of the time - nope, we got tired, hungry, hot, sweaty, upset about prizes or lack thereof, wanted to leave at different times and do different things, and I even couldn't find the car when we went to leave. But it was perfect because we took it all in stride and had a wonderful time together. (There are more pictures here recording our Hershey Adventure.)
Oh and just to make the day a bit more memorable when we got home we had to call 911 because our carbon monoxide detector was going off... Nothing like firetrucks to mark an occasion! And to make you popular with all the neighborhood kids (but not the neighbors trying to drive through on your street!)
Wife, mom, information and peace seeker.