No, it’s not what you think. I’m not a liar. It’s just that I thought honesty meant virtue. I’ve recently realized that I’m too honest, because telling the truth isn’t always flattering or pretty.
The day after Memorial Day and for the rest of that week, I became scarce online. Do you know why? It was my wedding anniversary and we went to check out a cascade.
So, what do you think of when you hear the words “sweet spot?”
My husband and I were in our twenties when we first moved to Florida from Chicago. We settled in a nice central location. We lived 50 miles from the gulf beaches and about 65 miles from the infamous theme parks. Being so young at the time, we frequented them all.
I have two close friends, and they both live 1,200 miles away. I have other friends, but none of them have gotten to know the deepest me, like those two. And, they stuck around anyway.
A week ago, one of them came from Chicago to visit me here in Florida. I’m taking a break (<-No pun intended) from the series about my husband’s broken feet. This post is a light-hearted look at some photos from my friend’s visit.