Birthdays and Chasing Waterfalls
Today is my hubby’s birthday, but we aren't going to talk about today's birthday, we are going to take it back to last year’s birthday. Last year for Fonzy’s birthday, he claimed I dragged him to the mountains for a weekend trip. DRAGGED him! Now, I will admit that way back in March of last year, when the weather was still cold and fall seemed a lifetime away, I booked a little cabin in the North Carolina mountains for a long weekend that just happened to fall on his birthday. The Airbnb listing showed a bright red fireplace on the porch of a little cabin nestled in the woods, and I could picture us cozying up in front of a fire wrapped in fur blankets. Honestly, the red fireplace was what sold me on the whole weekend. In the months that followed, every so often I’d pull up the listing and dream of how our long weekend would be. The leaves would be turning all shades of orange, red and yellow, and the weather would be a perfect 70 degrees and sunny during the day for a hike and
