Post-Blogging: Closure

Alex and I met 17 years ago on a trip to a beach called Ostional. Over the years, we have been there with my parents, my sister and her husband, and the girls.

We decided that a final trip there would provide a sort of closure, so we went this weekend. It was a good thing to have done.

We laughed and we cried. We spent every single minute together, doing things both naughty and nice. We fought and we made up. And on Sunday afternoon, we lay on the bed in the cheapest cabinas in town, listened to the rain pouring down on the tin roof, and took the rings from each others' fingers.