Happy Monday after a long weekend on the road. We were a couple of traveling fools on Saturday. From the BT5K in St. Paul, Then down to Henderson MN for Family pictures with Jayme’s family. our next leg brought us to St. Cloud for my grandma’s memorial, and finally back home to Minneapolis.  It was a great time, but there are three moments in particular that made me fall even more in love, and they are detailed below.

1. Spilled Grain Brewhouse: so we have driven past this place multiple times on trips to see my family, but we are either running late or just want to get home. It looks folksy and cute so when we stopped in we pulled up to the bar and started sampling. We got our beers and talked. We discussed just the everyday, talked about life and how much we liked the beer and place. It was one of those date like feelings. I was giddy, like I was on a first date trying to impress the most amazing woman I have ever met, not knowing I already have her heart. I know a year doesn’t look like a lot of time, but feelings like that fade often, relationships get stale and robotic almost, but not with Jayme. She makes an ordinary trip to a brewery into a memory that will be with me forever.
2. She is a keeper: I have already written about the resounding praise Jayme gets from all the people she meets. How sweet she is, how gracious, fun, kind, beautiful, blah blah blah. My aunt Patty had kind words as well. As we were getting ready to leave she gave me a hug and whispered “she is a keeper” again I was taken aback (at this point I guess I should just come to expect it). It is always a great reminder that her love shines so bright that others see and just have to comment.
3. Early to bed:  So Sleep is not something I do often, I am more of a night person. I typically get a huge case of FOMO when I am not doing something on a Friday or Saturday night, but not this night. Me and Jayme were both wiped by the time we got home, it was straight to bed before 9:00! As I laid there, getting ready to drift off to dream world, the last thing I remember was how truly amazing the everyday is. I went into this Saturday and called it “the day of obligation”. It was to be a weekend that was lost and would not provide much for excitement. But it was quite the opposite, everyday that starts and end the same way this one did is one to relish. Her head next to mine is all I need.

So with all that being said, and all the uncertainty for our future, the destination can be anywhere as long as I have my shotgun rider with me.