We finally got away for our 30th wedding anniversary last weekend — a mere two months late. We went to our current nearby favorite bed and breakfast, the Thorwood Inn in Hastings
and stayed in a room called the Annie Laurie, one of many with both a fireplace and whirpool a few feet from one another.
As we luxuriate in a B&B like this one, one of us usually says something to the effect of, “Gee, wouldn’t it be great to have a bedroom like this at home — or at least a working fireplace and a hot tub in the backyard?”
And it would be great, of course, but I can’t help but think that, like every other luxury in life, we’d soon take it for granted and it would lose much of its special appeal. And getting away from the house, especially when the honeydolist is seriously lengthening and the dust bunnies madly procreating, is one of main advantages of a romantic getaway.
So for now, I’ll just consider us damn lucky to be able to afford a night away once in a while. And even more lucky that we’re still having romantic fun at this advanced age.