This is overly embarrassing to admit, but: I got lost coming home last weekend.
I'm a creature of habit and have always taken the same route. Mark takes a different, slightly faster way. When I left his parents' house Saturday morning, I decided to take Mark's route - I've ridden it several times with him, just hadn't driven it myself.
I'm dutifully looking for my exit and then suddenly I'm heading over a bridge I've never seen before.
I called Mark in an absolute panic and the his first response to "I'm lost!" was "Do you want me to come find you?".
He didn't laugh - which, in hindsight, I completely deserved. He didn't question how I got there (for the record, I ended up on Staten Island - so far off the path I should have been going it's slightly pathetic). He didn't ask why I didn't have the GPS on.
He just wanted to know if I needed him to come find me. I declined because the whole reason I was traveling solo was so he could play football with some friends, but knowing he'd come if I really needed him made me calm down a lot.
He stayed on the phone with me for the next twenty minutes as I got the GPS set up, rerouted myself and made my way back to NJ - all the time trying to be supportive and comforting from a distance. My husband rocks.



And onto the parade! Spiderman led things off.
























And these are mine - I'm excited to see the final product!




