Unwrapping my birthday surprise...

This falling in love thing?

It's really kind of a lot of fun.

Like a LOT of fun.

Four months ago today, I had a nice little smooth groove going to my life. Wake up. Pray. Hit the road. Catholic Herald it. Workout. Dinner and phone calls with the parents and my besties. Sleep. Repeat.

I was single and lovin' it. Didn't mess around with that romance thing. Sure I threw in a couple of quarters every week to the vigil candles at St. Florian, praying for my future husband, wherever he may be, that he was safe, happy and healthy, and would one day make his way to my neck of the world. But other than that it was Lean Cuisines for one. No complaints here.

What was I thinking?

(Yet again, more proof that I have crossed over to the dark side to my singleton friends. But I had to say it.)

I had mentioned in passing a few weeks ago to Seth how fun it would be one day to stay at a Bed & Breakfast. Having dated guys that would just smile and nod to that statement, in one ear, out the other, I figured he was just saying, "Oh yeah, I'd like that too," to score some extra brownie points.

And then we pulled up to my "surprise" Friday afternoon.

For my 23rd birthday present, Seth had booked us a weekend at the Meadows Inn, a bed and breakfast in historic New Bern, North Carolina, the second oldest city in the state.

If I didn't love the south before, I sure do now.