The vacationers are home. We flew out of parallel gates from Pensacola International Airport—her to Dallas; me to Houston. My plane taxied out first, and hers taxied out right behind us.
Normally, I never take summer vacations—too hot—but when Ashley mentioned us possibly doing one together, I said sure. Once we got the ball rolling, we never looked back.
It was a wonderful time of sand, sun and surf. We cried some and laughed a lot. Ashley is the most caring, loving, giving, selfless person I know, and our journeys have been similar in many ways.
Maybe we’ll do it again next year, but the memories from this year will remain with me a long, long time.
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