We took an anniversary adventure to Fredericksburg last weekend. One of our main goals, besides celebrating our neverending love and devotion, was to obtain peaches. We are under the assumption that these peaches were picked fresh just for us. At this particular peach establishment, they also sold peach ice cream. So there were people sitting in rows of chairs, just silently eating peach ice cream. No words needed.

After we made it back home and took a nap, we promptly made a peach cobbler, with extra dashes of cinnamon, and with melty ice cream on top.