This past weekend Stephanie and I had the chance to fly back east to see family for a few days. She is from Pennsylvania and I am from Ohio. Our first stop was at my parents’ house for a day and then we made the six-hour drive to her parents’ house. We took the more scenic route for two reasons. First of all, we much prefer seeing the smaller towns and rolling hills instead of freeways. The second reason is that, being a Cleveland Browns fan; I try to avoid going through Pittsburgh at all costs.
About forty miles in to Pennsylvania we spotted a billboard that simply said, “Can you name seven types of berries?” Before we knew it we had spent a half an hour trying to come up with as many different berries as we could. I tried to use Google, but Stephanie explained that I was cheating. Twenty miles later we spotted another billboard asking “Can you name five types of apples.” We nearly drove ourselves crazy before finally allowing “red” and “green” to count as viable answers.
As we were finishing up our final leg of the trip I started thinking about the worst advice I had ever received. “Never date someone who is already a friend.” My wife is my best friend. I enjoy every moment that we spend together and, although I’m sure I get on her nerves from time to time, I can’t imagine life without her. I married my best friend and I highly recommend it!
Ps. Can you name seven types of berries?