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...