Greg and I like to dream about the days when he is no longer working and we can spend time together doing what we both love and enjoying each other. We are blessed that we really are best friends. For us it is not a cliche’d saying, but a truth. There is no one on earth I would rather be with. We have thought of Florida since Sanibel Island is our favorite place and I get condo sale updates every day from the Fort Meyers area. There is another place I would love to be someday, Wellfleet, Massachusetts.
We have traveled up and down the east coast and my favorite beach is Marconi Beach, part of the National Seashore. Unlike other beaches on the Cape, there are no homes in view. No beach clubs. No jettes. No parking lots in sight. Just miles and miles of beach backed by dramatic cliffs. In my dreams I imagine a small home near the bike path. I dream of walking hand in hand along this beach watching the sun rise (or set over the cliffs). I dream of wandering through galleries and having the shop owners know us by name. We will have our favorite coffee shop and bakery. We will plan our days around the tide and marvel at God’s creation every day.