Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
For me it's start with a beer and soccer game at the airport, I'm not drinking or watching. But my love is. And his happiness is everything to me.
For the next couple hours I was fixated on the clouds. Beauty for the sky.
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Lake Powell |
Grand Canyons
Day 1. After getting unpack Chris and I took a 2.5 mile walk to the beach. It felt great after a day of traveling.
We had dinner at The Crab Cooker. And it was one of the moments that the food tasted unreal. We way over eat.
The kids got letter from the local sea animals
Eat so much Chris can't even open his eyes.
Day 2 was an early morning 7 am. We started the day walking to the beach for an early morning walk and some breakfast. Found ourselves walking for miles on the beach.
It had been a couple years which made the beach sounds very therapeutic.
Seaweed.
Came across this tree, it reminded me of Australia.
By 11am we ready to eat. Sat down at a great street taco restaurant and had the best tacos every.
I plan was to go back to the house and take a nap. Although on the walk back Chris and I came across a festival. Why not. another adventure. Chris thought it would be fun to see who could drink their beer faster ... me or him.
So far Chris is faster...
My second drink.
Chris's second drink
My third.