Both my parents are big believers in the idea that "you're only has happy as your least happy child."  Now that I'm an adult with my own family, I realize that I'm only as happy as my marriage.  I feel like when Jimmy and I are in sync and happy with each other, everything in my life works well.  If Oliver is happy and work is going great, but Jimmy and I are in a disagreement of some kind, then everything seems wrong.  The longer we're together (4 WHOLE years now), the more I find this to be true.  The more effort I put into our marriage, the more I get out of it.  The more love I give, the happier I am.  Now that we are parents it's harder and harder to get quality time alone together, but whenever we do I try to take advantage of it and give everything I can to our marriage because it's my rock.

A few weeks ago we got the opportunity to go to Charleston for the night.  My mom agreed to watch Oliver, and we lunged at the chance for an adventure and some quality time together.

My friend Ginny visited Charleston recently, and I remember drooling over her Instagrams of the Zero George.  I also remember writing about it in from this post of Kate Long Stevenson's Charleston