The second time we snuck onto the neighboring beaches at the Ritz, we walked by the empty setup for a wedding ceremony right below an adorably perfect tree. Sarah excitedly suggested that we take a picture there and I couldn't help but drag you by the hand to the spot under the tree. It almost made my heart burst when you weren't that reluctant at all to follow me. As Sarah took the picture, she goaded us into a kiss and now there's a picture of us smooching under tree where a wedding would take place. Other than swimming with sea turtles, I think I like this memory from St. Thomas the best. And I need to get my hands on that picture.

frozen mango mojito

Favorite new drink that I had as often as I could at St. Thomas. This is the recipe as I can remember it from watching the bartender, Larry:

1. 2 shots of mango cruzan rum
2. 1 shot simple syrup
3. 1 shot mango nectar
4. sprigs of mint
5. fresh juice from half a lime
6. a lot of ice
7. blender

I will be trying to get this recipe to taste like it did at St. Thomas for the next few weeks :D.

Sometimes, I worry. Sometimes, it is too easy to forget that this is about giving and not expecting anything in return. I am rather selfish. It is hard to resist the urge to feel as if things are surely entitled to me rather than gifted. No one person really owes any obligation to another. Thinking that certain things are your due is misguided and rather disastrous. If you are happier receiving love than giving it, you are taking that person for granted. 


Even though I can't help but want to demand more affection, I know I could happily spend the rest of my lifetime just showering him with kisses.