I adore my husband Gregg. I’ve blogged with you before about how our love story is a true “love at first sight” story. I love how he loves me. I love how he parents. I love how hard he works. I love his intelligence and how he always knows some piece of trivia to help me with what I’m doing.
I also love that, like me, he’s always ready to travel. We’re quick to hop into the car, or on a plane, and just go. Our children have all been forced by circumstance to be good travelers since all three of them had their first plane ride before they were each six months of age.
We love spending time together. We’ve spent hours upon hours singing songs, listening to books on tape, talking, planning, holding hands, finding good, local restaurants — we get much joy out of travel. We have often said that we’d be completely happy to live in a traveling motor home when we retire.
However, as many many miles as we have logged in the last thirteen years of marriage, we have never truly had a vacation alone. When we took our honeymoon, my daughter, Kaylee, was five and she went with us. We drove from Alabama to North Carolina to West Virginia to New York to Wisconsin to Kentucky and met each others’ family for our honeymoon.We’ve been all over the world, but we’ve never had a vacation that was just the two of us that wasn’t somehow related to his military service, classes he had to take for his professional certifications (though I’m not complaining about the week we spent in Kuwait City while he took his CISSP exam), my writing and professional life, or visiting our large and extended family. We have managed one family vacation, in the summer of 2013, that wasn’t tied to anything but our little core group, but that was with kids and not alone.
Saturday, Gregg and I are getting on a plane to go to Las Vegas. We are not taking our children. We are not even taking our computers. We have no family there. We have no work commitments. It will just be the two of us with NOTHING to do. NOTHING.
I have no words to explain to you how much we’re looking forward to this. We’re both exhausted. It’s an odd vacation for us. We don’t smoke. We don’t really drink. We don’t gamble. But, we were offered tickets to see Celine Dion in concert and went ahead and decided to turn it into a week’s escape.
Everything I do spawns ideas for books – so a week in what the world has labeled “Sin City” with my righteous husband I’m sure will spark many an idea. I’m really excited to see what comes out of it. But, I’m also excited to not work for a week and to give my brain a creative rest.
Because everyone deserves a break, I’m giving you an escape, too. One commenter will win an autographed copy of my recent release, Christmas Star Sapphire. You can escape to Mobile, Alabama, and get to know Madeline Viscolli and Joe Westcott. It’s the perfect quick read to give yourself a mini vacation and get you in the holiday spirit!