As I mentioned last week, Adam and I celebrated our 4 year anniversary on March 4th. Before we were in ministry full-time, we enjoyed anniversary getaways to Jamaica, a cruise to the Bahamas, a whirlwind trip through beautiful Charleston . . . However, it turns out that poor missionaries living on support can't be picky, so we went to stay at our dear generous friend's lake house. To be honest, my expectations weren't terribly high. How nice could someone's lake house really be? And besides, we already went out for some FANCYEE Mexican food and mojitos, followed by a movie at the dollar theater, so I was pretty much good to go for the next year (ahem. That is sarcasm in case you are reading Adam).
But y'all, the lakehouse? It was beautiful. Beyond what we expected fo' shizzle (which means "for sure" for all your suburbanites and Canadians out there). We spent so much time talking (and NOT just about our kiddos and our ministry . . . which was refreshing and surprising and beautiful). We sat outside overlooking the water and read books and fished. I'll let you decide who did what. We prayed. We played games (most notably, I beat the tar out of Adam in poker). We ate lots of food. We chilled (er, warmed) in the hot tub. We watched The Office and Modern Family. We enjoyed the overwhelming quiet. And did I mention that it was sunny and semi-warm? So pretty much it was a perfect weekend.
For some reason I have no pictures of the ballin' lake house, or even the full view. However, here's some snapshots of our weekend for your viewing pleasure.
Adam making homemade guacamole. I have never loved him more.
And because I love my bloggy friends oh-so-much, I took a picture of the chips we used for said-guacamole. Because they may have been the best chips ever. I tend to go through chip-phases. First it was those Tostidos golden corn ones, which have since dropped off the face of the earth. Then there was the days of "hint of lime," followed quickly by "hint of jalapeno." Lately, I've been all about the Multigrain Tostidos (which are clearly extremely healthy because hello? multigrain.) But I may have been converted. I do believe we may have entered the era of the Southwestern On the Border chips. Hallelujah.
Adam can't help but climb on large machinery with giant blades. Seriously, it's a sickness I think. And then he forces me to take pictures. Which makes me feel exceedingly nervous. Have I mentioned I'm a rule-follower?
Yes, the owner of the lake house is Canadian. And so am I. Clearly, a match made in heaven.