S. and I discovered together that we’re really not super-long vacationers. We both get antsy, and we’re both homebodies.

Mind you, we both like time off work. We’d just rather spend it goofing around the house, eating our own food, drinking our own water and sleeping in our own bed. (Which, by the way, sounds really strange to say.)

We looked at each other this morning and decided it was time to go back home. We aren’t scheduled to depart until Sunday afternoon, but S. is antsy to work on D-X and I’m just antsy to get home - clean the place up from the Wedding Aftermath, see Justin, and turn the disaster into a home once again.

This says nothing of the Dominican. The DR is amazing - even when it rains it’s gorgeous. (It rained this morning for a while, but we slept through most of it.) The tropical flowers are just coming back out after the hurricane, and they are a good reminder that God rebuilds. The skies are the most amazing blue, and the clouds are either fluffy and charming or huge and overwhelming.

The ocean has been angrier than I remember the last time I visited, and that just intensifies the experience. We’ve taken walks along the beach and hunted seashells. We even ate a romantic candlelit dinner under the stars right on the beach - steak and lobster. It’s been wonderful and relaxing.

One of the most amazing things about the trip has been waking up next to my love every morning. He looks so beautiful when he sleeps - like an angel. It seems I’m blessed each day to wake while he’s sleeping and spend a few minutes just watching him. It squeezes my heart and brings tears to my eyes that the man I love loves me in return.

Happy no matter where I am,
michelle