Fandango Friday

Huh. I googled the word fandango after I used it in my title, and although my newfound knowledge of its definition might lend an entirely different meaning to the title, I'm leaving it as is because I really love alliteration.

fan-dan-go
-noun, plural -gos
1. a lively Spanish or Spanish-American dance in triple time, performed by a man and a woman playing castanets.
2. a piece of music for such a dance, or one having its rhythm.
3. (esp. in the southwest U.S.) a ball or dance.

You're welcome.

Paul claims he's Spanish...maybe I can get him to do this dance for me this weekend. (ha! that thought conjured up an especially memorable mental image. I'll spare you)

This weekend! For my Christmas gift, Paul made reservations for us to stay two nights at the Navy Resort in Pacific Beach, WA. I've only ever seen the actual ocean once-- in San Diego when I was ten. Okay, twice, if you count the view below the plane on the way to Japan--so I'm beyond excited to visit the coast! Sure, it's winter, but I think that'll make the experience different and special and even more memorable. There's something very romantic about walking on the beach in the rain. Especially when there's a hot tub to warm your bones after!

But the best part of this weekend is time. When he asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I told him I wanted time. And this weekend, Paul and I will have time, alone, together. Time with no stress. Time with no responsibilities. Time with no agenda. We need it.

I'm so excited; I don't know if I'll make it through the day! Well, I mean of course I will, but from this point, 1031, the day seems interminable. I am so thankful for Paul, for the love he shows me every day, and for his thoughtfulness. I only hope I can consistently do the same for him. Mushy, huh? That's what people who are in love do.

Please stand by for beautiful pictures and a gushing account of our fabulous (and very first!) weekend getaway.