I have the best husband in the world. When I get the itch to travel, he just says, “Where to?” I get to pick the place and the itinerary. He does the scary driving along narrow, winding roads, and he always finds a spot to pull over when I yell, “Stop! I need to take a picture.” He watches me shop for the perfect souvenir with a slightly amused, slightly confused look. He doesn’t rush me as I take my time reading all the little signs at the tourist stops.
When we get home, my husband doesn’t say a word when I order hundreds of prints from the digital pictures I took on our trip. He keeps his neat freak tendencies in check and doesn’t say anything while I take over the dining room table for a week of scrapbooking that amazing trip. When I'm done with my masterpiece, he carefully looks it over and expresses his appreciation for the incredible pictures and creative layouts that I point out to him.
He has definitely learned what battles to pick, and traveling and scrapbooking about those travels is not one of them. He's also really good at putting up with me. This is why I have the best husband in the world.