Lost But Holding Hands: Six Years and Several Frisbees Later

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When we picked our date to get married (July 5th), part of the reasoning was that we'd get fireworks every year to remind us that something special was coming up. Ergo, we'd never forget our anniversary.

Due to the willingness of my in-laws to hang with Little Man all weekend, The Hubs and I were able to head back to place where it all began.

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Who knew that when we met ten years ago at UGA in Athens, GA that we'd be here now with 4 years of dating and 6 years of marriage behind us? Well, according to The Hubs, he did. Athens will always feel like home to us. And so we left home to head home for the weekend.

After eating some pretty sub-par Chinese food (because we forget EVERY YEAR that most places close on the 4th) we headed out to watch some fireworks. We sat in our camping love seat (because we are that cute), and just... sat. It's amazing what a luxury sitting is when you realize you don't have to chase a kid. So we sat, and listened to a couple of military bands play, and people watched.

Then we ran into some old friends and hung out with them and their family the rest of the evening and watched some pretty awesome fireworks, and reminisced about our rehearsal dinner that included fireworks off of River Street in Savannah (because, hello, free entertainment for our wedding guests).

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Seriously, sitting, such a luxury.

We spent the next day making up for our lack of foodie indulging by eating at some of our favorite places (Big City Bread, Utage, etc). We also went to play disc golf on the course that we've played many times in college. I won, for the record; a very rare occurrence, hence the reason that I'm bragging.

On the way back we stopped at The Yarn House because it looked interesting. Some older ladies had turned a historic house into a yarn and accessories shop. I have an affinity for yarn items and homemade things... and so does The Hubs. He had placed his order with me a long time ago, saying that should I ever want to make him something, he would love a pair of socks. So, an hour, a couple pets of their long-haired bunny, several supplies, and a tour from one of the owners later, we left with (most) of what I need to make The Hubs socks. After watching several youtube videos on how to make socks...I've determined that he will receive said socks as a 10th anniversary gift because that is how long it will take for me to make them.

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Does this picture look familiar to you? Where have we seen this scenario before? Oh, right.

See the white frisbee wedged into the tree branch?

We had just spent what seemed like a good 15 mins or so searching for that particular disc before finding it and moving on to this hole. Then he threw it, and there wasn't the usual thunk! sound reassuring us that what had gone up had come down, and we just looked at each other, and knew that the search began again. See picture above. We did finally get it down after throwing several large sticks at it. On the plus side: the frisbee was white instead of green (so easier to find), we were shaded, and I was not six months pregnant out in the blazing sun with swollen, sunburned legs from the previous days crazy kayaking adventure.

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We managed to only snap a couple pictures from the weekend because we were just enjoying our time in all of our old places. We went to mass at the Catholic Center and saw our old priest friend, ate at several great restaurants, went downtown to see a jazz band, and went to the Botanical Gardens where we saw a couple deer while hiking to "our rock".

While I did stay off of my phone pretty much the whole weekend, I glanced at Facebook while waiting somewhere and found The Hubs' following post. He's often a man of few words when it comes to feelings (he's more a buy flowers than a give a compliment guy), but every now and then he does something like this and doesn't tell me and then I find it and it makes me swoon.