alternate title: ice-cream-ful
the time Miguel planned *his* birthday trip *for* me
A visit to my grandmother brings back memories.
The 2nd year went much better. Let’s celebrate.
One last letter of love to my late grandfather, until we meet again.
Celebrating the first year of the best adventure we will ever have on earth.
Or is it the last beach day of Spring 2015?
Do you have that person in your life that makes you feel loved no matter what? I do.
My never-tiring safe haven.
How would we even start to compare or quantify loss?