It was in the low twenties when we left our flat. The East Sands looked more like a beach in Barcelona. We headed up the path and stopped at the first beach we came upon as it was the perfect place to pitch our tent. We exercised good communication skills learned over six years of marriage, and successfully set up our campsite. Then, the clouds and on-and-off rain rolled in. Still, we had a blast.
For dinner, Garrick prepared rolls with meat and cheese and wrapped them in foil to heat over the fire. We read, searched for sea glass, took in the stunning views, drank nice wine, and enjoyed good conversation. Every so often, we'd hide out in our tent and play cribbage while we waited for a rain shower to pass.
We fell asleep after we heard the church bells chime 10pm. We woke several times in the night because of waves crashing, rain hitting the tent, and wind. At about 5am, we packed up and headed home to our bed. After we woke up, Garrick went out and brought back vanilla lattes from Taste, which we enjoyed with croissants. Good man. Despite the rough nights sleep, we'd go again in a heartbeat!
When we got married at twenty, we both were aware of how young we were. So, we decided to grow up together. And I think we've done a good job of that. Garrick is a supportive and loving husband who can meet me in my greatest joys and sorrows. I am so proud of his hard work and pursuit of his passions. He also possesses the ability to make me laugh, always. Here's to many more adventurous years together, Mr Allen! You are my home.
