flying cars | And 2 Makes Crazy

Before I knew it—I clicked on this blog today (my blog—this one you are reading) and realized that I started this And 2 Makes Crazy blogging journey basically two years ago this month! Wee! What fun.

And it all began with these first two posts and pictures (click on the highlighted for the post):

And My Husband Made Me Cry

My Husband Had a Combover, and I Almost Didn’t Date Him

So, I decided to see what were the three most viewed photos and posts from the three calendar years of my blogging.

Confusing anyone?! (I started the Blog August 2013…So to date with 3 calendar years: August 2013, 2014, 2015).

Here you go! It was a fun stroll down memory lane for me.

Oh—side note—my hubby and I just celebrated (a month early) our 15th anniversary. YEA FOR US! If you have followed And 2 Makes Crazy for any period of time, you will know this is a victory. Because if there is anything that can be said about this blog—it’s that we are honest. Our marriage from 2012 and after was a real struggle for me. A lot went into it—and a lot of God’s grace got us through it.

So, happy 15 to us—Brooke and Richard. I honestly can say that I am SO happy we plowed through the down days and have made it to the other side of our rainbow. I pray, if you are struggling, that you will keep your head down and your back strong and allow God to pull you through, too!

Anyhow—Before I get to the top 3 photos; blogs read; and clicks outside of And 2 Makes crazy, I want to remind you that you can LIKE And 2 Makes Crazy on Facebook (Yea!) or simply my personal Facebook page and also Follow Me on Instagram, Pinterest, YouTube, and Twitter! I am not a frequent Tweeter, Pinterest-er, YouTuber, or Instagramer—but I’d love to have you along for the journey anyway!

Also, if you want to walk down memory’s lane for last year’s anniversary surprise my husband had for me, I invite you to read here: Happy Anniversary Hot Stuff

And here:The Takeoff. Getting out of your comfort zone (and the video to boot!)

Okay—2 years of And 2 Makes Crazy blogging fun!

Most viewed photos for the three Augusts (2013, 14, 15):

1. When we were merely a family of 4

2. The flying contraption

3. The nursing momma

Most read blog posts:

Most outside of And 2 Makes Crazy clicks:

Once again—Happy double anniversary!

One for the blog—that I have immensely enjoyed writing over the last two years (even though the last year was more sporadic).

Two for 15 years of being married to the man that continues to live in my dreams, Richie!

I wish you all a great end-of-August, and always a great abundance of God’s grace and mercy in your lives as well.

xo b

(Here’s a flashback of me and the Mr. My better half of Crazy)

So, today, my husband said, “Tonight I am going to kidnap you and the kids and take you somewhere for our anniversary. Be ready to leave the house at 5pm sharp!”

Those were his instructions. As well as: wear shoes, be comfortable, pack snacks, and go to the bathroom before we leave.

I was certain we were going to go mushroom hunting as a family—with someone Polish as our guide.

My husband even packed a couple knives to lead me down that scented direction.

Mushroom hunting? You may ask.

Yes. In Poland, they go mushroom hunting. But—and this is a big BUT…You have to be extremely careful and know what you are doing. You definitely DON’T want to eat the wrong mushroom. That could be some seriously bad news. Like not having a 15th wedding anniversary bad news.

And I kind-of like celebrating anniversaries. Especially hard-fought ones.

And I really like mushrooms.

And I am a very simple person to please. Seriously. Take me on a walk with my babies and my dogs down a dirt road and I am as happy as kid at a candy store.

He’s a lucky man (smile and wink).

So, at 5pm we were all ready to go. But since I am never on time, we actually left at 5:15.

No one had a clue. This especially bothered my daughter as she feels at 8 years of age that she has the right to knowledge on all things. I wonder who she takes after? Certainly not me.

Our car ride was filled with constant guessing where we were going and what Richie had planned.

Let’s just say, I had NO CLUE what he really had planned. As the car slowed and turned left into what was a raceway, I got so excited! Rich had planned for us to race each other. AWESOME! I did wonder who would watch our 3 kids while we would be circling the track all speedy and professional-like. But I figured, heck! The kids can watch themselves. Richie is going DOWN!

My competitive blood was pumping and then…then we watched as the tracks were to our right and my husband turned to the left. Toward a field. With nothing.

No, wait. There! In the distance was a small speck of some people. And a small vehicle. And a parachute lying on the ground.

That’s when it hit me! We wouldn’t be driving race cars on the ground, my husband was going to set me a-sail with a car and watch me fly off into the sunset on the eve of our anniversary—with another man!

YIKES!

Yes. I started to freak out. Now, it’s not that I haven’t always wanted to go up in one of these things. In fact, we tried in Arizona. I was, however, pregnant when I was suppose to fly in Arizona, so that was a no-go. The problem is that I need quite a bit of mental prep time before I hop in some stranger’s flying contraption and soar about 1200-1500 feet in the air with him. This nameless, qualified?, Group-On man…

But fly I did. In a little contraption called something along the lines of a flying car. I even had to flip the switch to start the engine. I failed my first attempt as the motor sputtered and died. I heard a sigh behind me. I guess I am not the best co-pilot. So he told me to do it again and hold the button down until the engine sputters to life.

And my pilot. My pilot was a toothless wonder with mad skills.

The view. Ah, yes. The view. I got to see the reflection of the setting sun in the lakes we flew over while observing that the forests appeared to be mere shrubbery. I saw farm fields, tiny toy tractors, and many roofs of village-dwelling houses.

As we were taking off, however, the morbid thought of “I may die!” was screaming through my mind, so I made sure to wave happily at my kids and husband and with very exaggerated hand motions “I (point to eye) LOVE (cross hands to heart) YOU (point to my crew)!” They got it. Smiled big and pointed excitedly as momma took off across the field in the Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang flying car.

Weeee! Happy anniversary to me.

Score, Richard. No wonder I married this man.

Now I wonder, will next year he send me to the moon?