Sunday Morning

We both up with a little hangover, realizing we hit it pretty hard yesterday. It was our last full day of vacation, as we were planning on leaving tomorrow.

My husband was snoring, so I laid in bed and checked all my social media pages.

One of my girlfriends had sent me a message that said, "Hope you're having a good time- post lots of pics."

I laughed to myself at that one. I was thinking that as much fun and adventure we'd had, that was going to stay here when we left.

When my husband woke up, we showered and went down to have breakfast. We thought maybe we'd keep it mellow for the last full day...

We went back to the room and my husband told me that we were going to play a game.

He asked me to write down a few fantasies that I would like to do today. Realistic..... And something we couldn't do at our hometown.

He told me he would do the same. We would pick them out of the ice bucket and do one of them.

We sat apart in the room for a while to do it. I was hesitant, but then realized that there was a good chance that he would never see what I wrote.

When we were both done, we put them in, and my husband asked me to pick out a piece of paper and read it. He did say worst case scenario, if one of us felt uncomfortable, we could back out and pick another one, but we both knew the same thing: We loved each other enough to know we would never do irreparable damage to our marriage.

I nervously reached into the bucket and pulled a paper out.