For my birthday my great hubby kidnapped me to the Great Smoky Mountains. Such a perfect surprise (cause I had no clue where we were going)!
On my birthday I woke up in our beautiful cabin in the forest, had french toast for breakfast, enjoyed the Indian summer in the Smokies, saw the cutest black bear from close, had dumb luck coconut shrimps for lunch, did some fun trail running and danced at the camp fire on drumming beats with fellow Airbnb guests.
I’m ready to join the 40s club.
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