I’m sitting here watching the rain pour down and dreaming back on a week ago when I had my toes in the sand.

I have been in a complete funk all week. I thought it was because I only had a quick taste of the sand and the ocean, and that I was only able to experience it for a day.  I know I should be grateful I had one day, because one day is certainly better than none.  Instead, I was left wishing I was there for more than a day, dreaming of all the moments I wish I would’ve had.

Then today, it hit me.  I lived that day to the fullest, and in fact, I miss it. It was the BEST day. I haven’t been able to move past it, because I loved the way I felt that day. But, I certainly didn’t expect to miss it.

I’ve been stuck on that day, and I’ve spent the week reminiscing on all the wonderful moments that day held:

Feeling my toes in the sand

Dancing until my legs hurt

Letting the waves crash over and over me

Feeling young again

Laughing until my stomach hurt

Feeling confident in my bikini

Learning to take compliments

Sharing life’s experiences with others

Drinking a little too much 

Soaking up wisdom from others

Listening to the waves crash under the full moon

and talking…hours and hours of talking.