The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand.
The beach is not only my happy place, it is my therapy. As we pulled into the resort yesterday, windows down, ‘Barefoot Blue Jean Night’ playing, and water in sight, I felt an authentic happiness, uninhibited by the world.
After checking in, we walked to our favorite restaurant across the street. Dan grabbed the drink menu and we quickly found and ordered our cocktails. I happily decided on rum punch for the evening.
I promised Dan that I would stay up late and was yawning by 8:00. Fail. We stayed at the pool bar for as long as I could keep my eyes open and called it a night. My grandma tendencies continued this morning as I woke to the sun rising.
We headed out for a walk on the beach and checked out the gazebo where we will be getting married.
Before making our way back to Houston, we had brunch at a restaurant overlooking the water. One Peach Bellini and an order of Rustic Cinnamon French Toast later, we were on our way home.
After a weekend of cocktails and all things unhealthy, I am definitely ready to get back on track with my snacks and workouts.
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