74/100 Days of I Believe

I believe that all good things must end, and it’s a good thing they do because I think I can’t eat another gelato.

Actually, I’m pretending it’s a good thing when really I am mourning the end of our vacation. (Though it’s true that I may have reached my limit on gelato.)

I do love vacation, and I do struggle with the transition back to reality, but it’s more than that - it's that I love it here. I love the air and the light, the harbor and the ocean, the national seashore, the rocks, the refreshing water, the sunsets, the dunes, the marsh, the tide pools. The quirky town completely free of pretense. I love walking everywhere. I love walking my dog everywhere. I love it all.

And yet, all good things must end. So I savor the moments and take a bazillion pictures and paint everyday and walk my heart out and eat gelato after gelato and sit and stare at the blue sky and give thanks for this day, for this goodness, for this life.