The last time I held hands with Daniel, alone, on a vacation was along the sandy shores of St. Lucia during our honeymoon. We were fortunate to travel abundantly prior to marriage. I've missed this feeling. I've missed him. I've missed my thoughts circling amidst new architecture, sounds and scents.
My mind wanders as my heart faintly aches. Brief texts from my mom lessen the sting. The girls are happy and playing and cuddling. I am so grateful for the willingness, eagerness, and ease of leaving them with her and my step-dad. Having no doubt that my wishes for behavior, food, and sleep will be respected. There is such comfort in that.
So here's to our sweet cottage tucked in the hillside. Fat Izzy scowling outside. Succulents and cypress trees, Southern Mexican food eaten with plastic forks, and the glow of old lanterns.
And most importantly, to having hours to watch and remember just how Daniel's brown eyes reflect the sea, the sun, and my glance. How our fingers lace. How we love alone.
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