Mile High In The Mountains?

So it's the last day of our vacation, and we decided to go hiking up a mountain. Nothing like tiring a Mom out, just before coming home to a week worth of laundry, messes, and excitable kids.

We were hoping to rock hound a little for some semi-precious gemstones that are local to the area, or perhaps uncover some fossils to give to our kids, but we came back empty handed.

The heat was overpowering, and the hike was exhausting. But we finally got to the top.

As we sat there, looking 360 degrees around us, the breeze blowing on our faces, I thought "Wow, it doesn't get any better than this."

And, as I turned from looking at the amazing view, and our astonishing solitude, I looked at my husband.

His face said it all: "This is great - but, there's one thing that would make this perfect."

I shook my head, because I knew the look on his face meant that he wanted to have sex.

No, no, no, no, no.

What, here on the mountain top, on the edge, where when you look down it drops straight to the bottom?

Sure, like making love at home with the kids interrupting our intimate time isn't awkward enough!

I can handle tip-toeing toddlers, but sex on a ledge covered with bird poo, uuugghh.

Looking at him, I thought, "Wipe that smirk off your face Mr., you are so not getting any."

But then I looked around us again, and it hit me.

Not only were we completely alone for miles, and miles, but this could possibly be our only time ever to be together to enjoy ourselves alone, without interruption, and in such a place of beauty.

Not like we can ever hike up this kind of a mountain without our kids when we go home - there are no mountains like this at home!

Okay, so I caved, I gave in, I folded - after all, he lucked out on the plane ride here, and I knew he wanted it sooo bad.

Blushing still, I can't believe we did it.

Sometimes I think that the most healthy thing for a relationship is to do the things that you're least likely to do, and to make amazing memories together.

Just because I'm a Mom, doesn't mean that every day has to be ordinary, it can still be extraordinary too (sometimes).




Sincerely,

Mama of Romance
xoxo

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