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.