reminiscing

as I often do about our time away and found myself longingly scrolling through the pictures I refuse to trust are secure on my external hard drive and therefore will not delete from my computer. (even though they are trying to suck the life out of my apple)

anyhow, it’s obvious by seeing so many similar pictures throughout the thousands what are biggest loves were and what now perfect memories all those same pictures remind us of. 

the sunsets, the mountainous beach-scapes covered in palms and rock tide pools, the epic swirly flame pictures from bonfires and the blurred images of everyone smiling around them, the waves and the ocean in general, the green…everything, the monkey families, the dinner parties, the sun kissed and sun kisses, the rainy hammock days, the sunny hammock days, cribbage and cuba libres, the two dogs that stole our hearts…. it all feels like home. and my heart is torn, between a home I’ve always known and a another home that I feel like I could never forget.

it’s bittersweet knowing what awaits from having been there but not knowing when I can be there again. ahh yes, but someday… I will be in paradise. wherever and whenever that may be, I look forward to it and try to only worry about today for sufficient