There are just times in our lives when we need a getaway.  The stresses of everyday life just get to be too much.  We don’t see our spouse or get to spend enough time with them nearly as much as we’d like to or need to.

Amy K. Miller and her own "war horse"

My lovely wife and I got back this morning from one of those kinds of “getaways.”  It was just like a marriage retreat we went to years ago to Zion National Park, but it was just the two of us.  We talked … a lot.  All different hours of the day and night.  Just talked.  Reconnected.  On Friday night, we used a gift card given to me by our son Grant for Christmas to one of our favorite Italian restaurants and just relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company and our conversation.

It was beautiful.

War Horse
Image by cosmicautumn via Flickr

Yesterday, we enjoyed a terrific complimentary breakfast, fed our ponies nearby, went back to our room nearby for a nap (we had, after all, spent a lot of time talking with each other in the middle of the night and couldn’t get back to sleep), quickly took care of some more pony business, ate lunch at another of our favorite (inexpensive) restaurants, and went to see the movie “War Horse.”  I give that movie two enthusiastic thumbs up.  Just don’t believe what you see when a horse goes through that much barbed wire and survives.  That just won’t happen.  That’s where you suspend belief.

It was beautiful.  All of it.  And there’s no one I would have rather spent that time with than my lovely wife.  After all, she’s long been an answer to a prayer for me.  I’m holding on to her for the rest of my life, no doubt.

One of the nicer things about these past couple of days was that it all took place near our home.  It was all no more than a 10-minute drive from anywhere we happened to be to get back home if needed.

It was beautiful.  And it was needed.  We needed the relaxation.  We needed the time when we could really feel like we were enjoying a celebration.

We needed that.

And now, my work as a “wrangler” really begins.  So let it be written, so let it be done.  Where’s my cowboy hat?


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