June 30 2010

The elevator doors opened and I barely advanced far enough for them to close. A big bear hug and a kiss distracted me from my luggage and it careened over with a loud thud. “Yay!” is all I heard. She made me quesadillas with tortillas made out of nopales and we had chocolate-dipped strawberries for dessert. We marveled at making it a year without each other. We survived. We quickly began planning trips across Mexico for the next month. She’s been here two years. She’s going to miss it.

There will be many more evenings of reflection, many more embraces. But we hope there aren’t any more years apart. Once was enough. The heart grew fonder, but also said “enough is enough, dude.” This is my next chapter. This is my future. I’m back where I’m supposed to be. Now I need to incorporate recording equipment into our lives.