The last time I went to Pigeon Forge someone took a Polaroid picture of me because I was the little kid the magician picked. This time I’m married, mortgaged, and I’m debating on what age range is considered “mid-twenties” ?
Even in our marriage, in these four and a half years, we’ve had a lot of changes ourselves. For example, when we first were dating and newly married, Devin would get embarrassed so easily. We were next to a busy road when I started setting up my tripod for these photos and I wondered if he would go for it or not; he never would have a few years ago! I was a waiting for a protest when he said: “I’ll do it, but only if I get a kiss.” Wish granted, photos taken!
My heart has been asking for more green space, less people, and more time with Devin for a little while and the Smokies more than provided in a big, big way. We’ve been to over half of the country, and somehow, I feel that I lucked out because I think my favorite place is just four hours away… and I’ve been listening to Dolly Parton non-stop since we came home.
I am now fully convinced that we are going to drag our future theoretical children to Pigeon Forge every chance we can get; Devin was trying to simmer down my excitement because I totally fell in love with every gimmicky tourist trap in a 45 minute radius. Please picture Goofy Movie, but with me snort laughing and grabbing my inhaler from laughing too hard. It is pretty much going to be epic.