Dave has been outrageously busy at work. By that, I mean 12-14 hour days, and every weekend too. For his birthday we decided to get away, and take a drive to Stinson Beach. It was nice to turn up the music, and escape all responsibility, even if for only a little while.
All along we were going to take Aviana and Rainey, but at the last minute we decided to go, just the two of us. Because Dave has been putting in such long hours, I have been holding down the fort here at home. And after what Rainey pulled in San Francisco, she pretty much sealed the deal on Stinson Beach!
We knew we were going to be making many stops, journey up and down lots of stairs, traveling across much sand, and in and out of the car a ton of times. We both felt much too exhausted, both physically and mentally, so we left them home. Blessed are we to have our girl Natalie who came and watched them while we were gone : )
This was Muir Beach. It was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful!!
I have a hard time wrapping my brain around it...thirty five. I met him when he was 19.
As you can see, it was mighty windy out there.
I've always loved windy hair pictures!!
They crack me UP!
This one was down at the actual point.
Hee! Too funny!
Wouldn't you know it...we found a petting zoo on our journey in Marin!
I wanted to take a pony ride, but Dave said...
1. We didn't have time : (
2. Pony rides are for kids : ((
Since it was his birthday, I only listened to reasoning #1
But I did fall in l-o-v-e...
We loved this place, every single solitary edible item coming in, and out of this place looked perfectly fresh. Everywhere I go, I have visions of taking a little bite of this, and a little bite of that, off each persons' plate. Is that so wrong? We only got a blueberry muffin and a coffee, as we were saving room for lunch in Stinson Beach.
On our way back from Stinson, I ran into this other bakery called Miette and bought this big, honkin' slice of Coconut Cream Cake. She asked me if we were going to eat it all now, and I said no way as it weighed about 6 pounds. She advised me to keep the rest in the fridge.
Dave and I sat down, and I thought we would surely only eat maybe half, but bite by bite...we devoured the entire thing.
After the damage was done, I peeked my head into that cute little bakery and confessed,
"It's gone. All of it. Nothing left for the fridge. All 6 pounds. The whole block. Gone."
She was so proud of us!
But that's what you're supposed to do on a birthday, right?
Have your cake and eat it too!