Newport, Rhode Island.

Two weekends ago, husband and I went up to Newport to celebrate our anniversary. 
It's a place that we used to take day trips to while we were still dating, and we haven't been back in years. 

We stopped at the marina with husband's family to see our brother Taylor off on his sailing adventure to Bermuda. We're so proud of him. And we're pretty glad that he didn't get eaten by sharks. 

We spent the rest of the weekend walking along the cliffs, admiring the mansions (and deciding that we much prefer our pea-sized apartment), sitting on the beach and eating lobster rolls like they're going out of style. 

Please, someone take me back.