Hundreds of miles away, Seth couldn't see it over the phone, but he knew it was there. A cool comfort had settled into our relationship that I didn't mind being a bit on the whiny side as I proclaimed, "But I want to go to the beach" as Seth laid out our plans for our romantic getaway in North Carolina.
Needless to say, the beach wasn't in his plans. So I whined. And I whined. And I whined some more. Until he replied with the oh so magical word of "maybe."Success.
Our bellies filled with stuffed french toast, fresh fruit and sticky buns, Seth and I hopped on the interstate Saturday morning and headed for the coast.
I was going to get my day at the beach. My Southern Charmer was making sure of that.
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