I love that each passing year finds me liking my man more & more. He’s aging very nicely. Thirty-one years ago today, he made the best decision of his life, and I didn’t do so bad myself. 🙂 Love our anniversary trips, they always breathe new life into me, recharge me for the days ahead, and remind me what a lucky woman I am.
Today started with a nice run in Forsyth Park, another delicious breakfast here at the Gastonian, and I’m about to head to the spa for a hot stone massage and a pedicure. It will be my first pedicure since losing my first toenail to marathon training and I’m trying to decide how I’m going to play it. Should I pretend my feet are completely normal & not missing 2 toenails and covered with the remains of many, many blisters? Or, should I apologize in advance & pray she doesn’t run screaming into the street and get hit by a trolley tour bus? Either way, there’s a nice tip in her day, so I hope she makes it through. I figured I would get my first pedicure out of town, so at least my regular pedicurist would be spared the horror. This lady will never see me again, although she’ll probably never be able to forget me, and may decide to change her vocation afterward.
A couple of home tours and a dress up evening at The Olde Pink House restaurant will round out our day, so I’m really looking forward to it. We spent yesterday walking and touring Forts Jackson and Pulaski, Tybee Island, climbing lighthouses, and exploring Bonaventure Cemetery. Yes, I’m a little strange, had you not realized that by now? I love old, historic cemeteries. Without too much introspection, I think it’s because I love history and cemeteries are filled with stories and reminders. I’ll have a post later about one of the things we found there. It was a really nice adventure and I’m glad I took my eagle eyed husband along, as he spots things I would easily overlook.
This day always makes me think of one of my favorite verses:
4 I always thank my God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus.
1 Corinthians 1:4