My little boyscout

Steve leaves for boyscout camp tomorrow for a week. He goes every year, and his son goes too.
His son will be 30 this month, but they both love it.
We moved into our condo 3 years ago. One week after we moved in, he went away for a week.
I wasn't very happy. But it's who he is.
What's weird is, even though I lived by myself for most of my adult life, and had lived by myself for 7 years before meeting him, I kinda freaked out when he left. The first time he left, I left the lights on in the living room all night. I double checked all the locks more than once, and had wild ideas that someone might climb up three floors outside and come in my patio door.
I've gotten better, but I still hate when he leaves. I sleep on his pillow and sit on the part of the couch he normally sits on. Oh well, I'm still a newly wed.
After one year, are we still considered newly weds?
Next Sunday is our one year anniversary. We are going out to eat and then going to see the new
Harry Potter movie. Are we exciting or what?
I like being married, even when we're boring.

Becky and Steve's vacation

Wedding ring

Ok, so I'm trying this blog site to see if I can put pictures on any easier.

Anyway, yesterday, Steve and I left the house at the same time and he was driving ahead of me, we all of sudden he puts on his blinker and my phone goes off. My first thought was that he was having car trouble. But no, he had forgotten his wedding ring and was going to go back home to get it. I had to giggle. I told him he didn't have to. It wasn't the end of the world. I don't wear mine if I know I have a lot of massages. So he finally agreed.
Then last night, he was looking for his ring on his dresser to make sure to wear the next day, and it wasn't there. He looked everywhere. He back tracked his steps from Thursday. He checked his pockets, the trash in his bathroom, by the computer. All to no avail. He was up looking for again this morning, but nothing. Last night and this morning, I kept asking the angels of lost things to guide me to the ring. Well, the thought to double check his pockets popped int my head. When I checked the second pair, the pocket was kind of folded in on itself and when opened it up, there was the ring.
This is the second time he has left his ring in his pants. The first time, was about a week after we got married, and I found the ring in the washer.
We were both very much relieved. Another saga in our exciting lives.