so i’ve been struggling lately on what to write about.
first i thought about: soup. moderately obsessed with soup right now. but nah. i can do better than soup.
then my mind shifted on where i am right now. i’ve spent the past week in minnesota. and, boy, this is beautiful country. my home base was in minneapolis and then drove down to austin, mn south of minny for a meeting then had a minny meeting this morning then headed 3 hours north (i think i’m close to the north pole right now) to duluth, mn. it is just about as cold as it can get right now. i know i’m being dramatic but not really. i’m traveling with beth and i said to her “boy, i bet there is A-LOT of drinking being done up here in deez parts.” and she said that this county has the highest dui arrests in the state. can you blame them? it’s cold!
here are some pics i shot today at a quaint italian restaurant in edina, mn (awesome lil city!) we went to for lunch and then some other shots i took.
so now i’m warm and toasty in my bed in duluth with it snowing outside. unfortunately, there are a couple of very intoxicated girls in the room next to mine (why not? it’s wednesday!) whom seem to have had a little bit of a falling out. pressing my ear against the door is not beneath me but i couldn’t get the jist of the tears to be able to share. now they have left.
but what i really wanted to talk about
was how much i appreciate my husband, ROF. i’ve told two people today about how he drives me to the airport and picks me up. when i tell him “thank you” it doesn’t quite capture how cool i think he is for doing that. we also have an unspoken rule that we don’t text, answer the phone or do anything but talk with each other. in the past 2.5 years, i’ve driven to the airport exactly one time. it doesn’t matter what time it is – early early morning, late at night. it makes me feel so loved and special. i’m not typically on the road this much (4 days a week the past two weeks) but seeing him pull up at the airport makes butterflies fly in my stomach. that’s a good thing, by the way. sometimes he had even gone to the quik trip and got us drinks of diet dr pepper. i’ll tell you what… God sure answered my prayers when it came to sending me a great husband. it is this time in being away (cold duluth hotel room, loud, drunk girls next door) that i get teary eyed thinking of how very blessed i am.