Stop and smell the roses… it’s the kind of phrase that I usually roll my eyes at. The kind of phrase you only hear when you are clearly not smelling the roses… so you don’t want to hear cliche things like that. But lately, when in the mood, I’ve done just that. Earlier this week we had a 65 degree day and I texted my husband to see if he wanted to have a roller blading date after work. Yes, I had an insanely long list of things to do; but it was far more important to spend the time with Dean. Sometimes I forget that (or just don’t have the time to remember), so we wiped the cob webs off our blades and ventured through Riverside Park and down the west side. We even held hands. Yes, we were that couple. I think you could call that stopping to smell the roses.
We took a few photos on our phones. Check out our city. Pretty stunning.