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Lucky in Love


May 28, 2013 by kristin

This weekend the hubby and I had a little getaway to New Orleans in honor of our 11th wedding anniversary. Vacations have become an essential part of our ongoing marital bliss. When we’re feeling a bit frazzled and disconnected (thanks in large part to a certain spirited toddler and her sleep-eschewing baby sister), all we have to do is spend a couple days together away from home, and everything goes soft-focus again.

Just look at us in our hats, being dorky tourists together in the French Market area. We walked the length of Decatur Street hand in hand until we reached Esplanade Avenue, where the foot traffic thinned to a trickle. We sat ourselves on a concrete wall in front of the Old U.S. Mint. We could’ve gone in, because it’s a historical site, where both U.S. and Confederate coins were minted. Instead, we enjoyed the breeze off the river and each other’s company. We laughed, we pointed out unfortunate underwear choices among the other tourists, we kissed. We didn’t talk about the children or the laundry or the bills or the gutters. We had fun.


Much has changed since we were two kids, grossing out everyone in my dorm with our PDA, but we’ve been lucky enough to hang onto a little of that new-love feeling. Lucky is how I always feel about us – lucky we found each other at just the right moment, lucky he can put up with such an irritable woman, lucky our genes make such beautiful children.

Lucky that, for us, love grows.



1 comment

  1. So sweet! I love to see happily married couples still in the “happily” part years later!

    Also, I’ve nominated you for a Liebster Award ( Hooray! I think… 😉

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Historical fiction writer and reader. Procrastinator. Sewist. Slytherin. Fan of red lipstick, rock 'n' roll, and everything vintage.

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The Boy in the Red Dress

When her drag queen best friend is accused of murdering a socialite, a Jazz Age Veronica Mars searches for the real killer in the seedy underbelly and glittering upper crust of 1931 New Orleans.


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