The island that made me.

A few weeks have passed since our vacation back home... enough that I can blog about it without having to clean up puddles of tears afterwards.

During our 2 week vacation we were able to do lots of really fun activities; stand-up paddling, hiking, swimming, more hiking, more swimming, paddle boating, relaxing, surprise anniversary party, family, dear friends, late night movies and too much eating. It was wonderful.

This was the very first time that B and A got to meet my folks. I have to admit that I was a bit nervous about how all this would go. B had called to ask my dad if he could marry me before we got engaged, so they had talked but it wasn't like this. This was the real deal. And I must say - it went really well. It was beautiful, really.

We were able to go here...

... my little slice of heaven here on earth...

This is where I spent every single summer weekend during my childhood.
This is where I learned how to squish blood suckers, drive a boat and haul rocks.
This is where I spent days of swimming, tanning (and burning!), pretending, and learning to unplug.
This is where the world faded and peace began.
This was the image I concentrated on during therapy, when I needed to escape to my "safe place".
This is where I connected with my soul.
This is the island that made me.

It's small and cozy and me.
There on the island with my family. A fav for me.