Many moons ago, on a band trip my freshman year of high school, I stood on the beach for the very first time and watched the cold ocean waves. Matt loves to make endless fun of me for this story. I took a band trip. The uniform had giant shoulder pads, gold chains, and was complete with a hat with puffy feathers and white gloves. I think it is worth mentioning that I was a terrible, terrible clarinet player. I could not march and play at the same time even if my life depended on it.
But I saw the ocean and visited Disneyland because I was good at pretending I could do two things at once. This magical act allowed me to hitch a free ride to Florida and so I stand by my time as the 3rd to last chair in the line up of 25 clarinets*.
16 years later, I stood on the beach for a second time. Not only did I do that, but Matt also drug (dragged?) my happy ass out of bed to catch the sunrise over the Atlantic.
MTP, I could pretend to play the clarinet and walk a straight line but we all know that was really a lie. What I am not lying about is my love for you. Even when you make me get out of bed at 6:10 am so we can watch the sun peek through the clouds for the very first time that day.
I am pretty sure that the sun rose just for us. I also think I will never forget that day as long as I live.
Just like you’ll never let me forget the time I wore the big, tall hat with the white puffy feathers.
I love you, jerk face.
*25 chairs might be an exaggeration. I have no clue how many there really were.
PS. Hope you aren’t tired of hearing me ramble about our anniversary trip. I have more pictures to share. Many more.