Our honeymoon.
When Jared and I were planning our wedding, Dr Baz asked where we planned to honeymoon. I told him we were going to Italy to see the Pope and have our marriage blessed and he said "no you're are not". He then went on to explain that because Jared was waiting for a lung transplant we could not travel out of the country. But he did compromise and allowed us to go on a mini honeymoon as long as we didn't go too far. So Jared and I decided to go to a little town just outside of Blowing Rock, North Carolina. We rented a sweetheart cottage, heart-shaped bathtub and all. We drove to North Carolina and when we arrived, it was dark. We drove up this big sweeping mountain road and I was terrified we were going over the side of the mountain. I was never so glad to get out of the car as I was when we finally reached that cabin.
The next morning we woke up and the temperature had dropped by 30 degrees. We hadnt packed for those temperatures. The little town we were staying in didn't have many options for clothes shopping, so there we were on the first day of our honeymoon in Walmart shopping for warmer clothes. Despite the temperatures, we had such a wonderful time...we hiked Grandfather Mountain, hiked to see waterfalls, and spent time at Blowing Rock.
One of the funniest memories stemmed from an event that happened at our wedding reception. At our wedding reception I had Shania Twain's song Any Man of Mine played for Jared. I had intended for everyone to be on the dance floor but when the DJ announced the song was dedicated to the groom, Jared and I found ourselves alone on the dance floor. He was totally embarrassed but he was a really good sport. Ok, now the funny part. One morning on our honeymoon I decided to make him cinnamon rolls. Well of course I burnt the bottom of the cinnamon rolls. No surprise there since cooking is not my forte. But when I walked into the living room of our cottage and handed him his cinnamon rolls, he looked at them and said "mmm I like them like that." And we just laughed and laughed. True to form, Jared responded in total smart ass. I couldn't believe he remembered that part of that song... if I cook him dinner and I burn it black, he better say mmm mmm I like it like that. I even took a picture of him eating his burned cinnamon rolls (he did cut the burned bottoms off) to capture the moment. Needless to say from that moment on we decided Jared would be our cook.
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