We've been trying to get away all summer to spend some time with Jason's parents, and this past weekend the stars finally aligned.
I've been telling Jason that I didn't care about what we did, as long as he took me for a ride up the mountain on his dad's four wheeler.
My mother-in-law couldn't quite understand why I didn't want to take my own four wheeler on our ride.
"It's a lot more fun to drive than it is to be a passenger," she told me.
I'm not sure that I explained adequately how in my case, it would be just the opposite.
To spend two and a half hours, just Jason and me, the entire mountain to ourselves - driving seemed too much like work, but riding with Jason, with my arms wrapped around him, that was like a vacation.
The weather was perfect, the scenery was breathtaking, and breathing in the fresh air was good for my soul...
...until I fell asleep against Jason's back and almost fell off the four wheeler when he went over a huge bump.