By the time dinner was finished, we were ready to pack up and get rested for our drive home the next morning. It turned out to be a sign of things to come when neither of us slept well Thursday night due to a crying baby in the room next door. Looking back now, I think it was foreshadowing for things to come at home.
We woke up Friday morning to our last breakfast at the Inn, and took a few last-minute photos of one of the most beautiful and relaxing places we have ever visited. Then it was time for goodbye. I have already informed Jason that we must go back for some anniverary in the distant future.
On our way out of town, nerds that we are, we stopped by Thomas Wolfe's childhood home, where we walked around and snapped our last photos of the trip.
After a four hour drive and a fast food lunch, we arrived just in time to enjoy this sweet face waking up from his nap:
My real life at home with Jason and Connor is more magestic than any Asheville inn, restaurant, or historic location, but it certainly doesn't hurt to have a romantic husband to take me away for a couple of days. This trip reminded me just how important the bond between a husband and wife can be, and how much I enjoy Jason's company. Our daily schedules are so hectic that we rarely, if ever, take time to sit down and just talk, without some noise or distraction. I believe we both learned from this trip to value each other, to nurture our relationship, and that spending time alone together makes us all the more rejuvenated and excited to see Connor and devote our attention to him.
Thank you, Jason Scott, for a better getaway than I could have imagined. I love you, and I love us together.
When writing this post, this song came to mind:
May there be many more "you and me" moments to come.