Trippin’

Some of my very fondest dating memories with Jon are the road trip adventures that we went on together. We racked up many-a-mile in the car + I still don’t look at grey Mazda 3’s with a hatchback the same. This was when we really opened up about our feelings for each other. Where we shared our fears, our testimony’s, created a new bucket list together (which was a big deal for me) + even broke up once or twice. I don’t remember a truly comfortable silence that existed with a guy in my life before I met Jon. That quiet content companionship really broke down walls + let me to get to know his heart on a deeper level. I remember one time on the way back from St. George I was laughing so hard my coconut Slurpee came back out my nose. He would never fire away the questions about our relationship when I wanted them the most, but holy crap he’s always, ALWAYS made me laugh. 

With the little guys in our picture now, car rides that last longer than about three hours are not quite as appealing as they used to be. If you know what I mean. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed this alone time in the car with Jon. Until last weekend when we packed a quick bag together at the last minute + drove through the night, rather than hopped on a plane to California. Best idea we’ve had in a long time! We missed Jonah + Rigg like mad, but the second we hit the freeway, we turned up the tunes, bought a couple extra treats at the gas station + the memories came flooding in. Go ahead + roll your eyes at me, but I still have no clue how I talked this guy in to marrying me. I mean, I woke up a baseball pitch outside of California to him free style rapping as loud as humanly possible about sunflower seeds with Ratatat. Enough said.

We spent one day in Beverly Hills after we realized we needed to be in Vegas for a trade show. What a whirl wind! Pretty much a huge blessing in disguise that we decided to drive rather than fly. Never a dull moment with this fellow. Back on the 4th of July, we had an epic fail of a handoff with my camera on the driveway. I’m still not ready talk about it, but unfortunately it’s still getting fixed so we weren’t able to bring it with us. CRAPPY! We shared our trusty cell phone cameras on our trip instead.

We ran through the parking lot at 2:30 in the morning, switched hotels every night on purpose, averaged three shows a day + tried to face-time the boys every couple of hours. Jon melted the same Skor bar in the car over + over, but somehow revived it with the air conditioner each time. I dropped his huge freaking gas station soda on the dairy queen register, took a selfie in any bathroom mirror I passed + forgot to bring my toothbrush.

First rule or Road Trip: You do not talk about Road Trip.
Second rule or Road Trip: You do not talk about Road Trip.

Still bummed the scheduling didn’t meet up with Greg + Britt in Vegas, or Ash + Mark in LA — but we certainly ate our way through both states in their honor.

Cheers to five years, sweet love of mine – – – we’ve got a million more to go + I can’t