7 days and I will be on a beach with my husband
7 days and I will lie in bed and trace every curve of his beautiful face, listen to him breathe, appreciate his strength when he holds me. All without ever looking at the time
7 days and it will not matter what our room looks like because everything is bigger than our room right now
7 days and I will be swimming with my fishie friends
7 days and I will have someone else cook 3 meals a day, and do the dishes
7 days and someone else will clean my room
7 days and I will be making love to my husband without the need to contain my volume
7 days and I can read an entire book without having to read the chapter before to remember where the hell I was in it
7 days and I will be drinking Cuban beer and lacing cigars for my Robbie
7 days and I will visit a country where people know the true meaning to struggle and have nothing. I will witness true poverty and remember just how very lucky I am.
Robbie said it best last night. He said this holiday isn't about the vacation.... it's about getting away. Amen to that! As I have said before, I am really not all that excited about this vacation for the sense of a holiday... I just want to get the fuck out of this country.
7 days.....
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