Surf Trip

Matt took a little trip two weeks ago. A trip to surf, surf, camp, and surf some more. He met up with a long time friend (they've known each other longer than not) so they could revisit their old tradition from years ago.

I whole heartedly supported this trip for several reasons.

1. Matt needed, I mean really needed some time away.

2. Matt loves to surf. I don't surf. Therefore, I didn't need to be there.

3. Matt loves to camp. Me, not so much. Therefore, I didn't need to be there.

See? I fully supported this soul-refreshing-back-to-nature trip.

They had an amazing view from their campsite.

The other love in Matt's life.

What did I do while he was away? Well, changed about a million diapers and barely clung to sanity while wishing I could clone myself. Or grow an extra set of hands.

Totally kidding. Well, not about the diaper thing....

I'm so glad he went! He came back so rejuvenated. I think we plan to make this trip an annual thing.

It makes his soul happy. And that makes me happy.