Aside

Me: “Hey Dad, can you make me a water?”

Dad: “POOF! You’re a water!”

 

(What’s always fun is that he misses out on his, “I don’t know, can I?” routine with this one, because POOF always wins.)

Cancun

The most romantic part of our Cancun get away was not the upgraded hotel room with an oversized hot tub or waking up to watch the sunrise every morning. It wasn’t the 80 minute couple massage in a beautiful spa. Nor was it lounging all day in a beautiful wooden cabana covered with walls of white cotton sheets, sleeping and drinking what and when we wanted. It wasn’t parasailing together over a glorious sea of blue below us. It wasn’t getting a boat built for two and speeding to the Great Mayan Reef for an afternoon of snorkeling. It wasn’t the dressing up for lavish restaurants and elegant dinners. And surprisingly enough it was not even the twilight time lounging at the beach as the sun faded away with the waves crashing below our chairs. The most romantic part of our getaway came one evening when Reed Brooks noticed an inch long hair on my chin. He gently went to wipe it away when he realized it was attached to my face. He then ever so gently ripped it out and proceeded to tell me how beautiful I looked. There are not many men that can rip a stray hair out of their partners face and still look at them the same. Thank you for that gift Reed Brooks and for crushing on me in spite of all of my stray hairs.