Well, here we are in beautiful Clearwater Beach, Florida. It’s 4:25 AM and 30 degrees Farenheit outside. As of the day before yesterday, we were headed to North Carolina to the mountains, but icy roads forced a change in plans.
The beautiful one and I spent 10 hours in the car yesterday, talking. We travel in no particular hurry, stopping as frequently as the mood strikes either of us. She chose this destination kind of at random, but I’m loving it already. There are a lot of good vibes in this place.
As it happens, the CFP Championship game between Alabama and Clemson is Monday across the bay in Tampa, so we saw a decent number of American college football fans driving down here. They all seemed to be in good moods, but neither team has lost yet.
I grew up in a different part of Florida, and hadn’t been here in a long time. I always loved the beach in the winter, though: it’s more about the beach than the sun then, if that makes any sense.
I cherish these times with my wife, (a) because we get time to really talk relatively free of distractions, and (b) because I never know when any given trip will be the last one. There is a last time for everything, but we rarely know that until after.
Long-lasting relationships are made of memories, but the memories themselves are made by the relationship and the people in it — sharing experiences, exploring new things together. There needs be no further purpose in the activity than that.
I fell in love with her again yesterday. It’s not hard to do, hearing her laugh, answering her questions, hearing her concerns for the loved ones in her life.
We don’t know where we’ll be the second half of this trip — we are making this up as we go along.
Like life itself.