Chad told me yesterday that it had been a month since we were in NYC. Shaking my head and smiling, I knew we were thinking the same thing. That trip will go down as one of our favorites. And honestly, for one particular reason. It was good for us. There are plenty of really great things to do there, obviously, but the majority of our time was spent in our hotel room lounging in bed, watching a mixture of HBO movies, crime drama reruns, and ESPN. We read and ate at the [closest] local deli. We went for a few walks and saw a show. There to celebrate our three year anniversary, we celebrated the best way we could – just spending quiet, needed, and missed time together. Three years into marriage, what I know of it now is that it’s SO easy to just become roommates. And I’ve heard that before in various marriage books and talks. But it’s something that isn’t avoidable if you don’t work to avoid it. The art of conversing and learning about each other suffers with each unintentional moment. NYC was recovery for us. And it was so wonderful.
A huge thanks to Annamarie for documenting an afternoon in the city. And much love to my husband for holding my hand.