There are worst ways to spend a Saturday than being strapped to a Brazilian man and jumping out of a plane.
Little love of my life.
Daniel Day let me hold him like this for full five minutes like a little puddle of love. Bless him.
You know what feels really good? Quitting your job.
Got back from Nicaragua this afternoon and I’m already feeling homesick for the ocean waves and chicken burritos. I would post a real picture but sadly I lost my phone to my own poor judgement when I went for a late night (drunk) swim by myself and left my purse on the beach to make a thief’s day. Small price to pay for a great vacation, if you ask me. So for now, until I bug my buddy into sending me all of his pictures, please enjoy this screenshot of google earth that made me want to cry.
I fall in love with a new dog every two hours in Nicaragua.
I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.
I’m in Nicaragua which is really great and so much fun but every minute I am not marveling at how cheap and beautiful it is here I’m thinking of my little boy and missing his little ratty smell and cute fuzzy face. Okay and yes he kind of looks dead in these pictures but it’s only because I was petting his belly and he relaxed so much he basically stopped breathing.