The first trip my hubby ever took me on was not our honeymoon, nor was it a trip to lay all day in each other's arms. It was a surf trip. To Barbados....so no, I didn't really care!

I think surfing is his first love. I'm, like, second or even third on the list. Ok, I'm joking but sometimes it does seem as though I have to compete for that top spot! But at the end of the day, I really love that he surfs. Surfers are hot. Come on, we all know they are. They're tan all the time (and especially my husband because he's half Mexicano) and they hardly ever have shirts on. What's not to love about that? But seriously, it keeps him in shape and happy. And for those two reasons, I stay happy.

I'm not allowed to say where this picture was taken, because apparently the locals surfers will hunt me down if I do, but I will say that it was taken during our recent tropical storm Hanna swell.

Don't let him know I told you so....but I'm quite proud. :-)