Monday, October 14, 2013

Adventure: German Fest.

Do you remember that time we went to German Fest?

It was across the street from our little home downtown.

I remember standing in line for a funnel cake only to get out of line because it looked unappetizing.

I remember getting back in line because all you really wanted was a funnel cake (and we couldn't find anything better to spend our tickets on).

I remember wandering through the brick streets watching beer stout holding contests and holding your hand as you navigated us through the crowds.

I remember listening to the polka bands through our brick walls when we got home.

I remember trying to get powdered sugar off my linen skirt.

I don't ever want to forget times when we adventure together and experience something new with each other.

You may not crave the thrill of the adventure as much as I do, but boy am I happy that you come along (and you bring your rationality with you).

After all, this thing, marriage, is our adventure.

And, the funnel cake was all that we expected...


  1. Greg must be in hog heaven. I know how much he will go out of his way to find a funnel cake!