Girls Road Trip!

Left ATL today for Fripp Island SC.   Girl Road Trip. #GirlsRoadTrip  I love a good hashtag.  Don’t you know.

First let me say — I got engaged this past Sunday.  To the most incredible man.  How humble am I that he loves ME.  When we first met — I gave him a perfect cupid figurine – I had the twin but mine had the broken wing.  I joked to him that we had cupids plotting to get us to fall in love.  He’s so very perfect and I’m just me.  I told my daughter — for all the things I’ve been through in my life, that I would end up here, with this man; I will grow old together with him — I could watch paint dry with him – or grass grow.  Are you curling your lip thinking ‘oh lordy let’s move on…. ‘ fine.  I’ll continue with what I originally started with which was a ‘Girls Road Trip’ however…. I’m in dreamy sigh high heaven thankful to the stars and God above.  :::::wiggling toes merrily::::::

I asked my most wonderful husband to be, if he was ‘ok’ with me going to Fripp Island for a few days to do girly girl things – talk, read, sip cocktails by the setting sun, breath in the salty crisp ocean air that is the October way by the sea.   And do you know what he said ?  He completely supports ‘girl time’.   Once again — I adore this man.  Respect him to the moon and back.  Thus….road trip begins.

Girl talk, chat and everyone in all three of our lives discussed on the 5 plus hour drive from ATL to Fripp Island SC.  Our tradition of eating breakfast at WaHo (Waffle House) even though it was almost 1pm (my fault).   It’s not gossip — it’s sharing.  Ahem.  Our dart and dash drive was to catch sunset this evening which happened at 6:46 EST.  Cocktail in hand we made our destination sunset zipping through the streets on the new golf cart (thanks Jeff & Wendy).

Quite nippy and chilly which has been delightlful  Wrapped in blankets we skirted to the edge of the island at the cocktail culdesac to watch the glorious illumination of sunset.  Breathtaking.  Enchanting.

Because I have a completely conservative view for myself and tattoos (but admire from afar those who have the balls to get them) – we made ink dots on our wrists to symbolize our soriety of girlfriend trips.   It sufficed.  Creatively so.

Now we sit nested in blankets post cocktails (still sipping mine) each reading our books, writing for me — lost in our own thoughts.  Jules in her wonderful black pjs, Jen-nay (said in a Forrest Gump sort of way) in her polka dot blanket (signature staple) and matching pjs, me in my favorite beach sweater and nerdy Buddy Holly glasses.

“Girlfriends will make you laugh so hard you snort (in a nice restaurant), hold you when you hurt, and always seem to know when you need them most. “

Thankful for all my friends — xxoo