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Tourist in your Own State(Of Marriage)

*I was on vacay so..... there was a pause to the blog last week*


My husband and I took a mini-vacay to Savannah and the Georgia Sea Islands (Tybee). It was great. It was also much needed. It was the shot in the arm we needed. No, we aren't troubled. Just tired.

 We did a tour like actual tourist. We dipped our toes in the sand. We laughed. We made love. We ate a shit-ton of seafood. We danced. He even kissed me and dipped me under the moonlight in Forsyth Park. He called me his "girlfriend" and we flirted like we were a newly, minted couple.

He held my hand and traced the lines down my fingers. He put them between his lips slowly and kissed them. He grabbed my butt in public and didn't care. I rubbed his bald head and didn't mind the beads of sweat.

We ordered in greasy take-out and ate it in the bed. We stayed up late. We listened to the music we wanted as loud as we wanted. We didn't care about appearances. I barely wore any makeup. He didn't bother to shave.

We didn't call our mother to see how the baby was. We didn't bother with trivial details about her diet or schedule. Shoot, she was on vacation too!

We bought candy and didn't share it with anyone else. We had breakfast and beignets. We let the powdered sugar get all over our faces. We kissed in public. We didn't care who saw us.

We were tourist in our own state. And in some ways, tourists in our marriage. It was as if we were visiting a new state of being as a married couple, away from work. And away from our baby. We were able to explore and just "BE".

You need that as a married couple. You need to get away and pretend like you are someone else. That this time period was another time. And that things are better. There was no worries about jobs or the bills. I didn't care about the calories consumed or if I looked fat in something.. I was on a vacay from it ALL. I deserved to me.

It was if I donned a fresh set of eyes in my marriage while on vacay. I was back to being a newlywed... not some tired, wife. I wasn't too tired for my husband. He wasn't trying to scramble to spend time between work and his homelife.

I needed that. We needed that. We need to do it more often.



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