On Monday, my husband and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary. This picture was taken sixteen years ago on the beach in Pacific Grove when my honey and I were newly dating. We were in town to visit my sister so she could meet my new boyfriend. As he and I were holding hands, walking along the sidewalk high above the sand below, he leaped over the guard rail and climbed down a bunch of huge rocks to get to this spot. He picked up a big piece of driftwood and wrote this message in the sand. I laughed and took his picture. An old man stopped to watch my honey climb down the mountainside and turned to me and said, "Why didn't he just take the stairs?" And he pointed to a long set of stairs not far from the 'treacherous' descent my boyfriend had just scaled. I shrugged and decided it was far more romantic the way my love risked his life to tell me he loved me. Now, sixteen years, two monkey boys and a whole lot of drama under the bridge, we are still loving one another. 
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I LOVE JENNY
On Monday, my husband and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary. This picture was taken sixteen years ago on the beach in Pacific Grove when my honey and I were newly dating. We were in town to visit my sister so she could meet my new boyfriend. As he and I were holding hands, walking along the sidewalk high above the sand below, he leaped over the guard rail and climbed down a bunch of huge rocks to get to this spot. He picked up a big piece of driftwood and wrote this message in the sand. I laughed and took his picture. An old man stopped to watch my honey climb down the mountainside and turned to me and said, "Why didn't he just take the stairs?" And he pointed to a long set of stairs not far from the 'treacherous' descent my boyfriend had just scaled. I shrugged and decided it was far more romantic the way my love risked his life to tell me he loved me. Now, sixteen years, two monkey boys and a whole lot of drama under the bridge, we are still loving one another.
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