My mom and I went to Costa Rica as a final “girls-only” trip before I get married. Â We planned for months.
With 24 hours left before we had to be at the airport, Jason decided he wanted to go camping. Â He really wanted to go camping.
“What else do you have to do to get ready?” he asked. Â “Decide which book to take?”
Oh, the boy knows me well – in fact, I had several library books, and needed to decide if I wanted to take the higher-interest hardback or the lower-interest paperback.
We went camping.
Here is the boy, clearly eager to spend every minute with me before I left the country (every minute he wasn’t fishing, that is):
Well, we did hang out together a bit, and close to the fire because, for July, it was cold. Â So here we are, the happy couple:
Surprisingly, my mom and I made it to the airport on time. Â I even had time to shower. Â All I forgot, in the rush the next day, was my toothbrush. Â And my fleece jacket.
And for those of you who are as nerdy as I am and are therefore desperate to know: I took the hardback.