Annual Ski Trip
This weekend was the annual ski trip...the one that Jonathan's company is gracious enough to take us on. We get two free nights in a ski resort, two free breakfasts and a dinner, all compliments of his company. LOVELY. This year we drove up with Jon's good friend Jeff, and it made the three hour trip even more fun. We laughed most of the way there, stopped at Walmart to buy some snacks and finally arrived in Northern MI (almost to the Mackinac Bridge) by around 10pm. Around midnight I got a call from Jess (my dear cousin who was watching the kids). I knew by the fact that it was 12:15 and she was calling me that it wasn't gonna be good. I was right. Landon puked everywhere...EVERYWHERE. But she is the best aunt ever and got him cleaned up and in our bed. He went right back to sleep and her and her brother (who came to play with the boys) cleaned his room all up. They are awesome...I can't thank them enough. Landon never threw up again and was totally fine the next day. No idea what it was...he has never done that before...and hopefully never will again 
Anyway, we had a really fun weekend after the anxiety that was Friday night. We listened to music from college...we ate breakfast overlooking the snowy hills and ice-covered lakes. We went bowling last night and played pool...and Jonathan and his friend, Jeff, protected me from a creeper. Rumor has it there was almost a fist fight, but they (the guys) graciously declined from telling me until we were safely out of there. Ha...the memories. We really did have a great time. We usually go skiing, but this year we decided to save the money. I know that sounds funny considering that the company pays for the trip and we just have to pay for skiing, but it is expensive and well...we just decided to not do it this year. We relaxed instead...took a two hour nap...watched television. It was awesome.
As we were driving through the beautiful countryside last night, listening to old music from college days...I got to thinking about all of the memories Jonathan and I have shared. All of the places we have gone, all of the things we have done...all of the difficult things we have been through...and I was overcome with a sense of familiarity and kinship. A feeling of camaraderie...for the past ten years (we have been married 7.5, but we have been together for 10 years) we have done most things together...and even those things we did apart, we were still deciding upon as a team. Our memories are interwoven together, building a beautiful portrait that is the past ten years of our lives. I am so thankful for the knowing...for the comfort of eachother and the familiarity of marriage. Many people fear familiarity bc they believe that it breeds boredom. I am all about keeping the mystery and love alive...but familiarity is not the enemy. In fact it is the tie that binds...one of many that I could never, and would never let loose.There is great comfort and security in familiarity.. and I can only imagine how the next fifty years will deepen that bond. 
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