Dear Blog,
I love going on vacation with Aaron. It's so fun. I am never coming home. Well, until Aaron gets all J on me and insists we have to go back to work, do the chores, see our friends, etc. He has many excellent qualities, but quitting our wholes lives and running away together to an exotic beach location is not one of them.
Back to his good qualities. He is so chill and doesn't care if we just meander. Want to take a detour into Chattanooga? Okay! Want to walk across my favorite pedestrian bridge over the Tennessee River at dusk? Okay! (And we did eat at his favorite Mongolian Grill in Chattanooga too.)
Another good quality is that he talks and talks and listens and listens. All day today we've been talking. We talked about what we think will happen to our friends in the future over lunch (and cheesecake). We talked about Ancient Greek myths at the Parthenon. We talked about what a Victorian person would think of everything going on in the park while we sat on a swing and people-watched. We talked about how pretty the Opryland hotel is while we wandered through its conservatories, and we talked about all the people and how fuzzy they looked to Aaron since he is so blind without his glasses while we laid in the sun by the pool. I just love it that we talk and talk and talk.
I think getting away with only your favorite person is the best thing in the world. Better than bacon. Better than a spoon of butter oil. Better than Whitewater. Better than Pride and Prejudice. Better than the smell of gardenias.
You know how I know that Aaron and I are just right and even better? Because he is the most fun person in the whole world. Amen.
