fourteen years hitched: the jump

and then we jumped...

but first...donuts

We woke up to rain, of course we did. While everyone else was still in pajamas (except for mr. a-go-go, he is never in pajamas) Stacey and I headed out for donuts, Hollywood-style. Hello Trejo's! Trejo's makes one donut with an assortment of toppings and icings. We picked up waaaaay too many and a bevy of iced horchata lattes and brought them back home to be devoured. The plan is to be lazy and head out for jumping sometime after lunch....as long as the rain stops...

12 years hitched, 13 jumps

This year, the fountain was on! It's looking a bit bedraggled but the water was flowing and it was lovely. Hello old friend!

The ledge around the fountain is always a lot higher than I remember. It's just tall enough, I need a hand up as my legs are short and the stretch is complicated. Thank goodness for the mister who has a long stride and is always there to help me up when I need it.

Confession time folks....we a-go-gos have reached an age...er...maturity...that tells us that perhaps we are not as spry as we once were twelve years ago...so this year, while we did indeed jump, we did not jump OFF the fountain...we jumped in front of it. It still counts, right?

Good gravy, I adore this goofball. We may not jump as often as we used to but we still get around, get goofy, and just get each other. Swoon.

and so we jumped...for the 11th time!