The Best Part

Undoubtedly the best part of this vacation was the opportunity to spend some quality time with the love of my life. 

There is so much going on in our lives right now - stuff that has been growing and building at an ever-incessant pace for the last 6 or seven years - that we are hardly able to stop and slow down and say I love you. Much less be able to say it per and over for days at a time without distraction, or work, or kids, or meetings and phone calls or deadlines or to do lists. Life at this point - with two careers and three kids and a dog and who knows whatever else in the way of obligations and commitments - is all-consuming. 

This was one of a handful of times that we’ve had since just the early days of our marriage to be together, and relax, and enjoy each others company.

Marriage is about being partners, for the moment and for forever, and for all the little ups and downs of life, the tough stretches where every things seems like it is batshit crazy and for the bright spots of weeks or nights to be alone together. Every minute we were in Scotland, I kept thinking that I could not have picked a better or more amazing person to spend my life with, to raise these incredible kids with, to travel the world with, and to dream and suffer and grow with.

Thank you, Doc. You are the very best part of my life.