mystery trip

For our anniversary, Mr. F kidnapped me this last weekend and took me to Savannah, a city we both absolutely fell in love with last summer. We popped in and out of shops, lingered in squares dripping with spanish moss, and walked for as long as we could. Then we popped by Paula Deen's restaurant, gorged ourselves on butter, then walked some more. There's something so magical about Savannah. It's like stepping back in time and experiencing the American South as I've always imagined it. A glass of lemonade or sweet tea seem like essentials, along with rocking chairs and sundresses. I daydreamed of future gardens and got ideas for our current "patio" space, included a lush potted garden. We enjoyed the memories of Cyprus conjured by bougainvilleas dotting the city.
My favorite part of the weekend was two whole, uninterrupted days of time with Mr. F. No work, no phone calls, no GMAT books, no tutors, no Etsy shops, no paintbrushes or moving boxes. Just the two of us. Lots of talking followed by quiet moments followed by raucous laughter and my favorite pair of smiling blue eyes. It was a wonderful surprise and the perfect way to celebrate us!