Probably the best lesson I've learned so far in marriage is when you grudgingly realize that you are wrong, be quick to admit it. No point in dragging it on.
When I was going through our photos from Yosemite, I told Matty that I was going to select my own and make my own edits. He gave me a blank stare and shrugged his shoulders. I proudly opened the folder and began toooo....select practically every photo he had lovingly edited. *Who tells a photographer that you're going to "DIY" when you have a perfect assortment just sitting there, waiting to be shared?* The truth is, I didn't realized he'd already done the work. I didn't realize that sharing my husband's perspective on a weekend meant for him actually still has a place here. I'm rather determined to do 95% of the work for All the Delights, but these were just too good not to share. And since his main genre is portraiture, these won't be showing up on his website. SO! All that to say, I was wrong. But now we all get to enjoy the benefits.
We booked the trip, a quick 2-night stay, to celebrate Matty's 27th's birthday. Our cabin in the woods was a fluke Airbnb find, situated in a tiny town called Twain Harte about an hour and a half from Yosemite. We arrived late on a Friday night and woke to tall pine trees, curvy back roads, and frost on the ground. Day 1 had us exploring local cafes and these beautiful views:
Day 2 was jam-packed. We drove to Yosemite to see what we could cover in about 5 hours, then drove another 5 hours home to LA.
Day 2 was also Matty's birthday! We had a beautiful brunch at the Majestic Yosemite Hotel and explored the park. He'd been there before, but this was my first visit and it didn't take me long to realize why people say it's their favorite place on earth. I was completely taken and I'm already imagining summer family vacations where we make our kids ride horses and sleep in cabins and go fishing. Nothing could go wrong! They are going to love it!
My favorite part (besides making Matty open gifts at the brunch table in public) was trying to get a view of Bridal Veil Falls, despite the mist from the falls icing over the sidewalks. It makes my top 3 memories of 2016, if I'm honest. Not even the most graceful person could make it up that slope without sliding and so finally, inhibitions lost, grown men and children alike used their butts as makeshift sleds, sliding down with huge smiles and laughter from strangers (who would soon realize the same fate awaited them). It. Was. Awesome.
I'm so thankful for this man and his 27 years. He's full of adventure, his heart is kind, and he's really dang hot. The icing on the birthday cake ☺
PS - Here's the butt-sledding in action: