I have saltwater in my veins, in my blood. My skin is smooth from the ocean’s sandblasting. I am full of sleep, my body running on real, nourishing food. The last ten days of travel, hanging out in Costa Rica, mellowed my soul and mended my mind. My husband and I took a honeymoon 2.0, eschewing all responsibility for a getaway to one of the most beautiful enclaves on earth.
I snapped this family photo this past weekend and every time I look at it, furtively during a meeting, scrolling through my phone or catch it on Facebook, my heart explodes. It isn't because it is a classically styled, family Christmas card-esque image. Most of us are in bathing suits, my sister and I are squinting and the dogs look like they are plotting an escape. My wrinkles have wrinkles, my leopard bathing suit totally clashes with my sister's nautical towel and my stepdad's face is shrouded in shade.