Komo Mai Kahale

When hubby and I got married, he made a very profound statement. "It's you and me against the world." It is, too. He and I have been through alot in our 16 years of marriage. 16 years? Wow. I never wanted to get married or have kids, and look at me now. That'll teach me. One thing hubby and I have learned through all of those years is that we have to work on us. If we aren't communcating well, or if we're fighting more lately, it usually means we haven't been spending time on us.

We used to take time after the kids went to bed to get caught up. But when you've been going all day and most of the evening, the ol' brain seems to want sleep more than companionship. Did we ever fix that. We hang out at the chicken pants tree when hubby gets home. That's our special place we go to unwind before we deal with dinner and baths and all the evening chores. It gives me a break from the kids, him a break from working all day, and both of us a chance to regroup and spend some time working on us.

 One of the things we like to do at the annual county fair is go see the animals. The kids have always loved it and some of those little creatures are just cute. We have a special affinity for the chickens. We like the ones that look like they are wearing feathered pants, or, as we like to call them, chicken pants.The palm needs to be trimmed (I know how bad it looks). As you come up the driveway, it looks like it's wearing chicken pants. It is our haven. It hides us from prying eyes (there really aren't any, but still), it's shady and cool, and it's quiet. We can sit and talk and just be. Don't tell anyone, but sometimes when we're out there, we kiss. 

 There's my man sitting at the tree. Wish he was K-I-S-S-I-N-G me right now. Almost done with this.

 And a picture of me at the tree. There you go.

The title of the blog means welcome to my special place. Just don't plan on staying long. This is our chicken pants tree.