Last weekend, my boo and I ventured to VA Beach to visit his brother and friends.
We ventured to two different state parks, got caught in a beach sand storm, played with slugs, snails, and hermit crabs, saw Big K.R.I.T. touchdown, saw dolphins at the beach, witnessed a super close fly-over from the Blue Angels, and on the way back home we caught a glimpse of Darth Vader at the airport.
It was awesome and exciting to see all of his friends and meet a bunch of new ones.
The whole trip, as hectic and eventful as it was, was unsuspectingly romantic. When I look back on it, I have this vision seared in my memory of the two of us walking, flushed, down the boardwalk one evening — we were several paces behind the other couples and R had his arm wrapped tightly around me and he kept kissing me on the forehead as we laughed and talked. I suppose Virginia is for lovers after all.
(I apologize for this super super mushy post. I’m so totally head over heels that it should make me nauseated.)