I love this man. I’d say it’s as simple as that – but it’s not. Five years of marriage is a sweet reward after 13 years of being together, growing and adapting as a couple. We’re just a couple of kids, but we’ve spent nearly half our lives together. Wild. He puts up with my swings, my chatterbox ways and terrible memory. He supports my risks and tempers my stress. Tom is a gem. Most of you that know him already know that.
So, for our fifth wedding anniversary we kept it simple and spent our weekend together in our favorite place: Vermont. Armed with a bottle of wine given to us on our wedding day intended for our fifth year, we cut out of work early and hit the road to camp in the foliage-filled hills of the Northeast Kingdom.
It was gorgeous. A quiet spot nestled on Spectacle Pond provided the peace and relaxation we craved after a banner year of big life changes. It was simple. I fried my most perfect egg over an open fire. The dogs ran wild in the rainbow trails of Island Pond. Loons crooned each morning – a welcome alarm. We grilled. We s’mored. We slept – restlessly – but snuggled in a pig pile complete with two damp dogs and the silence. I read. I took a late September dip in the frigid, refreshing water – caught a cold – but returned home blissfully exhausted. For a couple that doesn’t exchange gifts or generally celebrate the milestones, an easy weekend in Vermont’s landscape was just the thing to force this too-busy-for-everything couple to just stop. Let’s go back.