First I'd pay all my bills, because I'm too practical not to. Then I'd get lasik, because I'm vain and would like to wake up and see instead of stumble. Finally and most importantly I'd take the honeymoon I never got.
See I got married at twenty right after I graduated college. My handsome boyfriend, now husband, was being scouted by the NFL and we didn't know if or when he was going to be attending a preseason camp. We figured if he made it a honeymoon would be there for us, if he didn't we could figure out something before our first anniversary.
But when the first year rolled around my husband was graduating college and starting a full time job. Year one missed. As our second anniversary rolled around we had a family member hospitalized so the vacation we had earned in our grown-up jobs was gone. Year two missed. Year three was a repeat of year two, except sadly, the family member didn't make it out of the hospital. Year three missed. In year three we also had the afore mentioned genius and being that I worked in an emergency room for years and my husband worked with violent sex offenders leaving our son with anyone for more than an hour sent utter fear chasing through our bodies. Years four through ten missed. Then came saving for a new house and selling our old house and that brings us up to year fourteen.
Back to my son who was a little miffed that my first response to his question wasn't to get him the latest basketball shoes. He asks the question "how much does a honeymoon cost?" I go into how it varies, but I was looking for an island or European getaway. Then he says ...
"I don't think it matters where you go, if your with someone you love that's all that matters."
Did I tell you sometimes I really hate that kid. Yes he's right. Yes I should be happy that my son knows the important part of a relationship, but I hate smart ass kids that make me look like a moron. As a romance writer I should know better. That's the characters we write. All they want is to be together. Even if it's just to lock their doors and stay in their beds for a week. It doesn't matter that it's not a tropical getaway or the City of Love, because love is where you make it. As long as my husband's by my side then I'm right where I need to be.
Happy Anniversary Baby ... maybe we'll get there before our fifteen anniversary if not, I'll live.