Jeff and I met my family at my grandparent’s beach house last week. We ate delicious granddaddy-prepared-breakfasts and multiple watermelons. We played beach volleyball and swam in the canal. We danced in the dark and played a ridiculous amount of four-square. I want to live like that all the time. I can’t wait to go back.
Also squeezed into our trip: eastern nc bbq with my dad’s family in the town I grew up in; lunch at a favorite pizza place; catching up with a sweet, old family friend, and a trip to my grandma’s house where we spied on newborn kittens and ate her good cookin’.
1. applying spf liberally 2. yard dancing 3. net casting 4. sunset 5. leah on the stairs 6. pulled pork tacos courtesy of lauren + nathan 7. leaving (detour/lost/middle of nowhere)
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Jeff is 23 today.
I’m still not used to calling him husband. I love it, but it makes me feel all grown up every time I say it.
He is my favorite person in the universe. I’m very lucky to call him husband. Even if he thinks I’m silly for getting more excited about his birthday than he is.
We share a birthday week, but this day is especially his. I woke up with him (while still dark out) and made him breakfast and a smoothie. More celebrating tonight.
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(eating, swimming, reading, swimming, napping, swimming, etc.)
and suddenly you realize the beach is nearly empty?
running into people or making a fool of myself in front of a crowd.
That is one of the best feelings in the world.
Maybe that made it more fun/exciting to play in the water?
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I love this place so so much. I mentioned that Jeff and I flew out to the Marshall Islands over the summer of my eighteenth birthday (to visit his parents who were still living there at the time). I call Kwajalein “Jeff’s Island” because he lived there from junior high until college (what? how lucky is he?). Kwajalein is a tiny little island that is a completely different world than anywhere else I can imagine.
Vehicles are bikes. Leisurely afternoon activities include shark watching, snorkeling, sea turtle petting, or finding the biggest hill to ride down. The teensy grocery store is called surfway instead of safeway. Spam is sold in the vending machines. Cell phones don’t work and aren’t missed. Picnics and night swimming are regular occurrences. The sunsets are spectacular. So are the stars. There is an outdoor theater that plays movies for free. The beaches are small and never crowded. When it rains, everyone just wears rain suits over their clothes and bikes wherever they need to go. Everything is so simple, and so perfect.
If Jeff lands a job out there we will be the happiest people in the world.