Sorry I'm late with this week's installment of flashback photos. I have good reasons (not really) but am too lazy to type them out and figure you probably don't care anyway. Moreover, if
Saturday Night Live can have a Thursday edition, then why can't I have a Flashback Friday post on Sunday? Except I guess, technically, they are actually airing shows
ahead of their normal schedule. So, yeah. Moving on...
Once upon a time, long, long, ago, Peter and Stephanie took an anniversary trip up the coast of California. Actually, it was a combined 5th and 6th anniversary and also Valentine's Day trip, and it occurred during Peter's spring break back in March of 2006. I think. But that is a lot of details, so it is very possible that some of them are wrong.
One thing I know for sure: we had a great time. We stayed in our first ever bed-and-breakfast (beautiful and cozy and not nearly as please-please-PLEASE-don't-make-me-talk-to-strangers-panic-inducing as I expected), we toured
Hearst Castle, we saw a LOT of elephant seals, we visited Pismo Beach and Avila Beach, we visited
Mission San Luis Obispo, we tried to go whale-watching but the weather was too stormy that day, and then, on our way home we randomly took a strange little detour recommended by the lady at the b&b and after seemingly driving out to the middle of nowhere, ended up at the Oso Flaco Nature Trail.
Which was awesome.
Awesome because it was a pretty little trail that wound its way back through a small area of trees, over a boardwalk that crossed Oso Flaco Lake, and then ended on a beautiful stretch of beach bordering the Oceano Dunes.
Awesome because we got to the trail just as the stormy skies suddenly emptied of clouds and everything was sunny, and blue, and sparkling, and amazingly gorgeous.
Awesome because previously mentioned stormy skies had apparently scared away all other visitors and we had the entire trail - the entire beach - to ourselves. Let me repeat that. Peter and I found a beautiful stretch of beach (not all that far from Los Angeles) on a beautiful day - completely devoid of people. AMAZING.
It was beautiful. Really, really beautiful.
Also, the Oceano Dunes? Super cool.
I only found four photos of the trip (below) when I was going through our photo files. More can be seen on an
old online album of Pete's. The pictures don't even come close to doing it justice.




On the way home from
Shanelle and Jared's wedding last Sunday I had a horrible moment of panic when, after thinking about their upcoming honeymoon trip to Paris and Italy, I was suddenly hit with the thought that, OH MY GOODNESS, WE HAVE A KID. And maybe someday KIDS. AND THERE WILL BE NO PARIS OR ITALY OR ROMANTIC ROADTRIPS OR LONG WALKS OR LET'S FACE IT LEISURELY DINNERS OR UNINTERRUPTED CONVERSATIONS FOR US EVER AGAIN FOR AS LONG AS BE BOTH SHALL LIVE. Or AT LEAST until we are 80. And then we'll be too tired. (I apologize for that last bit of ageist stereotyping. As I'm sure you can tell, this panic attack was not completely full of rational thought.) ALSO, I HAVEN'T BEEN ANYWHERE OR SEEN ANYTHING. WAH WAH WAH.
I really felt quite gloomy about it for a bit. Then I recovered. But a little smidgen of panic remains. Or maybe it's some other emotion. I'm not quite sure.
I mean, Eden. Is Wonderful. I cannot get enough of her. But I also miss the just-the-two-of-us adventures that Pete and I used to have. And while I know that we will have more of those in the future - and in all likelihood, well before our eighties - I have a feeling they won't be quite the same. Because we are
not just-the-two-of-us anymore. And even if we are physically off on our own, a chunk of our heart and mind will always be missing, somewhere else, firmly tied to the rest of the tribe, whatever it may look like at that point in time. We are no longer carefree.
Because we have cares.

We very, very much have cares.

Also. Thank you God, for our cares.
P.S. Does anyone have any suggestions for toddler-friendly 10th anniversary trips?