Tomorrow is my husbands 33rd birthday. He REALLY wanted to go camping on the beach somewhere but when we started looking (a week ago), nothing was available. He had reserved a Yurt at one point but then after reading all the rules and how they don't allow pets, opted to cancel the reservation so that Bree could tag along.
We decided we are going to head to Moses Lake. His Uncle has a house on the lake (one that flooded during the winter when the pipes broke so there isn't a kitchen at the moment so we will be living out of a cooler for the next three days). Fine by me though since the Moses Lake house is SUPER relaxing. You walk right out the back door, down the side of the mountain to the lake. There is a dock and a big grassy area where you can just lay out and soak up the sun. Seeming how we've had a total of 17 hours of 75 degree weather in Seattle this year, I assume we will return pretty pink and peeling when we get back.
I know I've said it before, but I REALLY am married to the man of my dreams. I couldn't ask for anyone better. Someone asked me once what it was that made me fall in love with Josh. My answer was, there isn't anything NOT to love. It's pretty cheesy, but we really do go together like a hand and glove. We are quite different with a lot of things, I think, but it still works. He is the most (as his cousin Shaun would say) lackadaisical person you could ever meet, I'm kinda high strung. I don't think I've ever seen the guy stressed out a minute since I've known him, I probably wouldn't know what to do if I wasn't feeling a little stressed out. He puts everyone at ease and makes everyone feel like they are the most important person on the planet, from what I've been told, I'm hard to get to know. He's probably one of the most stubborn people I've ever dealt with, and well, maybe we have that in common.
It still amazes me that I found him and that he actually chooses to spend his time with me. I love him and I hope he has a GREAT birthday, even if we aren't exactly camping on the beach!!
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