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We spent our Saturday night strolling through crowds of people, bright, flashy carnival rides, and rows of little shops set up in makeshift tents. There were far too many people in a park that certainly felt smaller than usual, but the smell of corndogs and popcorn wafting through the air and the sound of laughter and chattering people made it worth it. It felt like summer. Taylor held my hand and Kingsley guided us through the throngs of people with his nose practically glued to the ground as he excitedly took in all the new smells-- his tail never ceased to wag rapidly back and forth at the prospect of experiencing (and eating) all kinds of new things. 

We ordered a large snow cone to share (even Kingsley got a couple bites because we couldn't seem to keep the ice from tumbling to the ground every other time we scooped some up for ourselves) and found a good place to watch the sky erupt with color and light. Taylor pulled me in close and kissed the top of my head as the smell of smoke drifted down from the fireworks exploding above us. I couldn't help but to smile as I thought back to the high school days when I'd sit watching fireworks and dream of watching them someday with the man I loved. Funny how that man turned out to be the very boy I used to sit and watch fireworks with (but back then we kept things very platonic).

We intended to meet up with our friends while we were there, but as luck would have it, we couldn't seem to find each other until all the carnival madness had come to a close. We played a game of marco polo via the phone as we weaved through large groups of people packing up blankets and camping chairs. Eventually our paths crossed and we laughed that we hadn't found each other until everything had ended. We strolled through the madness for a bit longer, watching all kinds of different people react to all kinds of different things (we even watched a man throw a punch at one of the carnival workers). 

When Kingsley began to drag his paws and beg to be picked up, we decided to call it a night. We made our way to our car and headed home, ending the night cuddled on the couch watching a movie. Married life really is the best life. I'm just incredibly grateful to have a permanent (and extremely handsome) cuddle buddy, carnival-going buddy, firework-watching buddy, and kissing buddy. 



  1. You guys are so cute! Married life really is awesome.

  2. Thank you for being so nice! I'm glad we're not the only ones who genuinely enjoy the married life!


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