A Breather

In May, our lives changed.

We went from having another three months to plan our wedding to suddnely four weeks before the big day.

And that is a huge jump.

With the preparings there was major family illnesses and Mark and I spend much of our time running from hosptial to hosptial to assistance care. Thankfully, Mark had finish is Chemo and was getting to get his colour back, but he still tired easy and there were times I was concern about his health. And naturally we were beginning to snap at each other.

Finally, at one point, Mark looked at me and said, "Enough!"

"Excuse me?"

"Enough. Enough of this. We have been taking care of everyone but each other. We need to get away. Just enjoy being in love."

I can live with that.

So, that weekend, which was a three day weekend, Mark and I threw packed our over night bags, turned off his cell-phone and headed for Williamburge, Virginia.

Williamsburge is beautiful in the Spring. After settling into our rooms, we began to unwind.

Peace.

Quiet.

No drama.

Mark had been waiting for his back pay, since we were planning a honeymoon trip to Israel. But since the pay still haven't come in, we had to make other plans.
And since Mark and I both love history, we decided Williamsburg, Jamestown and Yorktown for our honeymoon. One cannot take in Williamsburg in less than three days.

Of course we didn't tell anyone about our plans until after we came home.

So, here we are, all alone, save tourist, remembering what was really important.

Each other.