Although we were stuck on traffic for about three hours, we agreed that anything was better than sweating over conversations with topics like “do you think this will fit in that box too” and “honey, do you really think I’m gonna let you bring that thing to our new apartment?” The weather was also kind to us and once we made it there, the sense of accomplishment made the whole drive worth it.
The reason why she had been wanting to come here was because she used to come to this aquarium every year when she was little. When that tradition stopped when she was about 10 years old, she still held on to that memory of coming here every summer with her family. So needless to say, I was really excited that I could let her relive this whole adventure- and that I was able to share this with her.
But the aquarium wasn’t as big as she remembered and the sharks were less fantastic than they used to be. But we still enjoyed ourselves and I promised her that once we visit my family over Christmas, we’ll make the trip to the Atlanta Aquarium and I’d show her what a real aquarium is supposed to look like (no offense to the Birch, of course).
But isn’t it always like that? I could watch cartoons on endless hours every weekend but now they’re not as funny or interesting as they used to be. And Mac & Cheese aren’t my best pals anymore because they were replaced with Mr.Steak and Mrs. Veggies a long time ago. And don’t even get me started on the parks and the beach and everything else that simply looked better when we were little.