Triathlete In Training: Labor Day Weekend

Recently, I had to visit our neighbors to pick up some mail. Our neighbors, Shirley and Frank, are so sweet! I knocked on the door and they gave me my mail, and instantly invited me in. I sat and chatted with them for a good 30 minutes before heading home. Something Shirley said really stuck with me. She said, "Keep a journal of your marriage and life together, and label your pictures."

I had been feeling like summer was over, and I have experienced 3 months of marriage without realizing it has flown by. I have been feeling like I wanted to slow things down and enjoy my life with John. Shirley, gave me the best piece of advice at the perfect moment. Funny how God puts people and experiences in your life right when you need them.

Over Labor Day weekend, John and I decided to get away. I wanted to go on a mini vacation before I left for Indianapolis to visit friends and family. I stressed and stressed about if I was making the right decision with my thesis defense coming up and the money it would cost for a crappy hotel room and food. My wheels started turning.

I could find a cheap hotel that would allow us to bring Missy, I would pack Pumpkin bread for breakfasts, and snacks so we could go without eating lunch. I booked the hotel on Thursday and was packed easily by Friday morning.

John surprised me by coming home early because he had cancelled tennis practice. We loaded up the car, box fan and all and headed to Topsail Beach. I didn't mention to John that the last room available for dogs had 2 double bed until we were already on the road. He thought it was funny and said Missy could have her own bed.

After a short hour and a half drive we were miles away, just the two of us. I felt like it was a second honeymoon. I was able to relax, feel the wind, and the warmth around me. I have to constantly remind myself to breathe and experience the moment instead of rushing through to the next big thing. We walked to the nearest restaurant (1 of 3 in Topsail Beach) for some pizza and a celebratory beer. John and I were celebrating his first full week of teaching at a new school, and celebrating 1 year since John asked me to marry him.

After a relaxing dinner with lots of laughter about nothing and everything, we walked the short block from our hotel to the beach so I could hear and see the ocean. It was absolutely beautiful with the moonlight hitting the waves as they were crashing in. John and I sat side by side, as I was overcome with immense gratitude. I was so grateful that John got a new job, grateful that we were married, and grateful for the life God has provided for us.

This picture does not even do it justice, how beautiful the ocean was. It is moments like this where I am reminded that God is greater than anything I am struggling with.

John and I just relaxed that evening and spent the rest of the weekend enjoying each other and the beach. Although I became anxious about my upcoming presentation near the end of the weekend, I was constantly reminded of what a wonderful man I had married. I honestly don't know what I would do without John by my side. He provides so much strength and support that I didn't even realize was missing from my life. The entire weekend, we just kept looking at each other saying I am so glad we are married, I'm so glad you are my husband, I'm so glad you are my wife.

So I have made a resolution to write more about our lives. I want our children and grandchildren to be able to look back at our lives. I would love to have more information about my grandparents relationship, and my parents relationship before my sister and me. Shirley and Frank are onto something, and I think I should be hanging out with them more.