On Saturday, I took you whale watching by helicopter for our date. (What’s up now, Ben Flajnik?) This was the first time we’d been on a date since the baby was born in August and the second time we’d been out alone! It blessed us so much and renewed our relationship.
Before we left, I watched the girls so you could get ready. When you were done, you came downstairs looking stunning in the dress I bought you. I’m honored to be married to you–a woman incredibly beautiful in body and soul.
At 11, your mom and sisters arrived, having graciously agreed to watch our three girls so we could gallivant around (and above) the countryside. After kissing our girls goodbye, we left on our date. First, we stopped by Trader Joe’s so I could buy you a single, red rose (the purpose of which is explained below). Then we went to Joe’s Crab Shack in Ventura for lunch:
The view from Joe's Crab Shack
Our appetizer, with you so nicely modeling proper dipping procedure.
Our gargantuan entrees, along with your rose
You ate there a decade or so ago with some friends and you’ve asked me to take you back since we’ve known each other. It’s about time I listened to you.
After our amazing lunch, we drove to the airport in Oxnard where we hopped on a helicopter for our tour. Initially, I planned on taking you on the most basic tour (as our budget allowed) over the beach, but our generous tour guide upgraded us to the whale watching tour for nearly the same price! We were both unbelievably excited: I’d never seen whales in the wild before and neither of us had been on a helicopter.
Before we took off, you thought you might be terrified of the flight. But you ended up being more excited than scared, in spite of your death grip on my hand (which still hurts, thank you). When we got out over the ocean, we sighted at least six humpback whales. Here are a couple:
The flight was beautiful and meaningful. I’ll never forget it:
As for the rose, in the spirit of The Bachelor, I intended to give it to you if you impressed me on the date. 😉 As you know, if a girl on The Bachelor is denied a rose on a one-on-one date, she takes a limo home. And the bachelor might send someone home for any reason. This one’s too emotional. Limo ride home. That one lives in Houston. Limo ride home. This one’s plain annoying. Limo ride home, limo ride home, lonely limo ride home. I’m not saying I blame the guy–he has to narrow down his options somehow (though I might blame him for going on the show in the first place).
But what about you? Did you get the rose? Or did I send you on a lonely minivan limo ride home? Well . . . [CUE SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC] you got the rose. And, you’ll always get a rose. For better or worse, as long as I live, you’ll never ride that limo alone. (Give me grace for that, O God!)