We're on our last day of vacation in California. We're at Matt's parents now, but we rented a house on Newport Beach this time, so we were mere steps to the ocean. It was a little chilly this time around, but that didn't keep Matt and Sam out of the water, both surfing with their wetsuits on. Sam heard a million times, "Oh he's so cute!" Honestly, he did look pretty darn Matt-like in his suit. I asked Sam yesterday morning if he was going surfing, and he answered, "Yes, Mom, it's what I do, it's my job."
Matt and I ran on the beach a couple of times, and there were a few trips to Perry's Pizza and PJ's Surfriders. Standard issue. I know every nuance of Newport Beach now. : )
Sam told Matt how his job isn't any fun, saying, "Daddy, you don't have any toys or children to play with (well, a few children), just those big rocking chairs."
Matt took Sam and I to see his elementary school in Orange. In California, the kids walk from room to room...outdoors. Their little coat hooks are outdoors. Gotta pee? The bathroom is located outdoors. It's crazy to think that these little kids aren't locked inside some building, wandering the halls like all the little Indiana chillins. I like the concept, but...
The Newport Beach Grammar School is located on the beach! OMG, how much sand those poor teachers must have to sweep up daily. Not to mention all the beach bums that stop and gawk. Oh, no way.
Yesterday was Matt's and my wedding anniversary. It was a very sweet day. I think we hugged and kissed 53 times. He took me to our favorite restaurant, Orange Hill, that looks out over all of Orange County and a sliver of the ocean. I gave him a plastic, red heart that I'd dug out of the sand, to which I'd added a piece of heavy string. It was kind of a joke, but he got it. Our hearts are still strong, and our perspective on what marriage really takes in unflawed. He truly is the best guy, and I'm extremely fortunate. I love my guys so much.
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