Mark and I always talk about our childhood. I guess it’s a sense of comfort to think back on the time in life when stress or pressure didn’t exist yet. We always would talk about how we both loved building blanket forts. Secret hide aways that felt like a universe of our own. I remember how my brother used to have a bunk bed and the two of us would tuck sheets under the mattress of the top bunk and let them fall over both sides of the bottom bunk. We would sit in that bottom bunk in our walled-in fortress and read Goosebumps books together and twirl flashlights through the sheets to make shadows. It’s just funny how it seems like every kid has a variation of that story. It’s a natural instinct as a kid to want to hide under sheets and pretend to be completely alone or in a new world.
When Mark bought his house last year we always joked that now that we were on our own we would build giant, amazing blanket forts and live in them as adults. Lost boys style. He finally got around to building the most incredible and fantastic and perfect blanket fort on January 18 and this is how it looked. I’m marrying my lost boy and I’m so unbelievably happy. Most perfect proposal I could have ever hoped for :)