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What I Did On My Summer Vacation: London!

It’s kinda funny that summer just officially started and I’m already pretty much done with my summertime excitement.  But it’s all good. With a baby on the way, I’m happy to get my fun in while I still can. And that’s what we did.  We went to London to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary, as a babymoon, and as kind of our last hurrah because with two kids, we probably won’t have time for cool international trips for a long time.

Can I just tell you how awesome London is?  It really is.  I’ll admit we chose London based on how easy it was to get there – it was the most bang for our air miles. But wow.  Just walking around that city is amazing. I feel like we barely made a dent in everything there is to see and do there.  We took it slower than we had planned (my pregnancy kind of tired me out more than I thought it would), but it was still a great time to be there, especially since we were there for the final celebrations of the Queen’s Jubilee.

We visited some great sites, but mostly we just took it easy and enjoyed our time.  Looking back, we probably should have done a quiet, relaxing vacation, not a ‘here’s a great city that you need to soak up’ kind of trip, but I’m happy we got the chance to do this.  I could bore you with the details of the sites and attractions we saw, but I thought I’d share some of the cooler moments that you won’t find in a guidebook:

Lushness: I don’t expect a city to be lush and green.  I knew London had tons of parks, but I wasn’t prepared for all the businesses having flower boxes and hanging plants.  Some places looked like mini tropical rainforests with greenery cascading everywhere.  Especially the pubs.  They were always colorful and lush.  It’s like little beacons of joy in a city of gray.  This lushness added so much charm and warmth to what could be a cold, gray, uninviting city.

Fiction Meets Reality:  I walked down Drury Lane (as in, “Do you know the muffin man who lives on Drury Lane?”).  I hopped on a train at Paddington Station, home of Paddington Bear.  I rode past Hampstead Heath, where countless girls in my favorite chick-lit novels go on their lunch breaks and/or romantic dates. I also shopped for groceries at Marks and Spencers’, where all those girls seem to get all their nutrition.  I strolled by St. James’ where Sir Lucas (of Pride and Prejudice fame) was presented. I kissed my husband same altar where just a year ago, William and Kate got married (I know that’s not fiction, but kind of surreal, you know?).  It’s like all these things I read about came to life right in front of me.

Street Life: I saw a guy playing a flaming tuba.  I saw a group of musicians playing the lambada on the tube (underground/subway…whatever you want to call it). I saw a guy in short shorts and a tank top walking around one of the ritziest areas in the world in the middle of the work day (was he perhaps going to a WHAM! party in the middle of the day?)  This kind of stuff simply doesn’t exist in my world.  I live in the suburbs of North Carolina.  I get in my car, drive where I’m going, have a good time, get back in my car and go home.   Occasionally, a kid might draw a penis with sidewalk chalk in my neighborhood, but that’s about as crazy as it gets here in the burbs.  It’s nice to see such life and activity buzzing around you all the time.

The Hubs: Hands down the best part of the trip. It’s so nice to spend time with my hubby and not have to worry about bedtimes, diapers, keeping a toddler entertained, etc.  Maybe I’m just selfish.  But I think it’s so important for us to have time to ourselves.  Date nights are great, but it seems that having everything ready for a sitter, making sure the pj’s are laid out, dinner is made and all that jazz is barely worth the hassle for a couple of hours in the burbs.  It was nice to have conversations, and be out after dark, explore a new place and just be together. We even had a picnic at the gardens around Buckingham Palace.  My favorite ‘us’ moment was when we checked into our second hotel.  They had white wine and truffles waiting for us in the room – nice!  Of course, I couldn’t have the wine, but happily dove into one of the truffles…only to find it was about 50% rum.  So, he took it upon himself to test them, and if one didn’t have liquor, he let me have it.  He enjoyed the spoils, but it was sweet of him to share with me.

What are some of your favorite vacation moments?


The Happily Ever After

Last week, my hubby and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary.  Ten years.  A whole decade.  And we’re still happy and in love.

I remember when I was little, we were flying to Florida for a family vacation and at the gate, there was an old man holding flowers, waiting for someone.  All of a sudden his eyes lit up, and a little old lady came up to him.  They kissed.  It was a passionate, “I am so happy to see you, my love” kind of kiss.  The type that should be on the cover of Time magazine.  They walked to baggage claim holding hands and leaning into each other.  And I was shocked.  I’d never seen that kind of passion in people older than high-school age (except maybe for my grandparents, but in a much more proper manner).  But I remember thinking “I want that someday.”  Maybe they were newlyweds, and not the life-long partners that I’ve thought them to be, but still, it’s given me something to shoot for.

It strikes me that that’s not always the case.  So many people get divorced, and a lot of people who are married aren’t really happy in their relationship.  I hate to admit this, but until the past few years, I didn’t think long, happy marriages were possible. It seemed to me that if people stayed together they just kind of settled into a comfortable partnership – a ‘good enough’ scenario.   Except for a couple of oddball marriages that I thought were just pure luck, it wasn’t until I began working at a church when I moved up to NC that I started seeing these life-long happy, loving marriages as true possibilities.  I began to ask the secrets to a long and happy life together every time I got the chance.

On our recent flights, we met some great people and the subject of marriage came up.  On the first flight, we met an older man who was taking some of his family to Europe as a birthday present to his granddaughter (lucky lucky girl). He began asking us about, well, us and of course how long we’ve been married.  He said his secret is to never go to bed angry, always listen to each other, and to let faith in your marriage.  Pretty much the same thing that the old couples at my church job have told me, although I have to say I’m not sure I agree with the ‘don’t go to bed angry’ thing.  I think there’s a point where you need to say “Baby, I’m not happy about this, but I love you and we’ll get through it.  Not tonight, but we need sleep so we can talk with a clear head.”

Then there’s the school of thought that makes me giggle and say “Damn right!”  Like the man we met on the flight back.  He is a two-star general in the Army, in charge of some heavy-duty stuff that keeps our country safe and keeps it moving forward.  He shared with us a lot of his thoughts on raising a family.  He really opened my eyes to being more strategic and goal-oriented with our kids and with ourselves.  He and his wife periodically go through a goal-setting process, where they separately write down goals in different areas of life and then come together to discuss their goals, how they fit together as a family unit, and how they can support each other in their personal goals.

But his keys to a happy 28 years of marriage (and where I mentally said “Damn right!” and fist-pumped) are:

 1) “Happy wife, happy life” and

 2) “Yes Dear.”

He said once he figured that out, his life has been much, much better.  Talk about a wise man.

All jokes aside, I think there’s definitely something to that.  I strongly believe in women’s intuition.  Traditionally, women may not have been as educated or accomplished as their husbands, but women tend to kind of run things, whether men know it or not, right?  We have a sixth sense about things that I’m willing to bet are right nine times out of ten.  And it seems to me that the happiest relationships, especially when I look at the older couples where women weren’t as ‘powerful’ as men, it’s those relationships where they treat each other as equals, and where the man really values his wife as an intelligent, critical part of his life where there’s that true spark that stands the test of time.

The key seems to be communication, but perhaps more than that.  There’s some sort of intangible give-and-take, not just talking and listening, but taking to heart what is being shared.

The couples I see that are happy after decades have genuine concern for each other.  They wait for each other, open doors for each other, hold hands – even when their hands tremble.  When they are apart for more than a few minutes, you can see them looking out of the corner of their eye to see if their partner has come back.   You can see there’s true respect, admiration, concern and love for each other.  You can see a lifetime of shared experiences, both good and bad that have entwined them into one solid unit, not just people that have shared a house for a few decades.

I’m still not sure how much of that is luck and the stars aligning when you meet someone, and how much is hard work and commitment to your relationship.  But I have every intention of finding out how to get that happily ever after.

What do you think are keys to a good marriage?