Barefoot on buttery sands.

I don’t know how we keep doing it.

Every trip somehow becomes my new favorite.

Mexico beach was everything I hoped it would be, and a little more.

Good company.

Fried foods.

Long walks.

Holding hands under the umbrella as we drift to bliss.

Star gazing.

Celamoria vibes.

Lots of laughs.

A lot of sunshine.

A ton of sand.

And absolutely no desire to head back home.

What I love most is that we’ve never needed extravagant plans to have an amazing time.

Give us a weekend away, a place to explore, and each other…

And somehow, it always turns into another memory I’ll hold onto forever.

Another adventure.

Another collection of inside jokes.

Another round of beautiful memories.

Another reminder that life with you is my favorite place to be.

Here’s to another one for the books…

And to all the weekends we haven’t written yet.