Our second year wedding anniversary came and went on September 5th and Joe and I took the opportunity to attend one last summer festival. Though I was born and raised here there are still many festivals and celebrations within 100 miles of us that remain on my bucket list. As locals I think we all kind of avoid them (some consciously others unconsciously) because we get so tired of the incredible amount of people that hit our area so hard on the summer weekends. I’ve asked, “What are you doing this weekend?” and the answer has been, more then once, “I’m going home and I’m staying there!” lol, I’ve also given that answer plenty of times!
Summers generally double our work load too so we have a hard time talking ourselves into anything by the time the weekend gets here! However, I still feel like there is a lot around that I’ve just plain missed out on all this time. (I was also in a very controlling relationship during my younger years where I wasn’t allowed to do anything, so I really do have some catching up to do!) Joe is a wonderful trooper and it was his idea to go and camp at one last summer festival this summer. We watched mud volleyball, mud runs, softball and listened to some awesome local bands and, of course, drank way too much beer and ate way too many cheese curds!
It was an absolute blast. When its just us I find myself amazed that I made it to him. We both have serious miles behind us (many of them not pleasant) with a whole lot of choices that managed, by no less then hundreds of miracles, to bring us right here. I look at him and my regrets vanish, even the very worst of my choices in my past I wouldn’t change given the opportunity because they all brought me here. He is my sun and I can’t imagine doing any of this without him by my side.
Cheers to the miles it took to get here, I can’t believe how lucky I am that I won’t need to walk another mile without you by my side.