Our Song

For a week I didn’t sleep. I didn’t eat. I barely remember breathing. I spent all my time praying, talking to God, and writing you letters telling you how I couldn’t wait to kiss you and hold your hand again. The heartache broke me and seeped into the deepest depths of my soul. I avoided talking to people, watching TV, and even listening to music because I didn’t want anything to inflict more pain. I waited a lifetime for you. And then I waited some more. When you woke up, I felt God’s healing touch bringing me back to existence. It was a gradual process of a few days. First you opened your eyes. Later you could move them. Later you spoke. Then you joked. You smiled. You laughed. Then you were you and I was me. And our hearts were free to love each other again, without limitations. The first night they moved us out of the ICU into a room with more privacy, we listened to this song and cried together. That night we fell asleep holding hands and it was the best sleep of my life.

Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I’m wondering what you’re dreaming
Wondering if it’s me you’re seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we’re together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever

Peru Diaries: Part 2

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Let me be the first to say 4 AM wake up calls are not the biznis.  Nonetheless, a 2 hour flight and 4 hour train ride later we arrived at our next destination. Aguascalientes is a lively town that’s surrounded by incredible landscapes.  A little money can get you a very long way in Peru but prepare to pay premium prices for lodging if you ever visit Machu Picchu, as AC is a town that was built specifically for tourism.  It was midday when we arrived and the boys were ready for lunch so after securing a hotel we walked through the town to find something to eat. The restaurant workers stand readily outside their establishments with open menus and sales pitches for why you should eat at their restaurant.  After being lured into the first restaurant we looked at we sat down and ordered the highly anticipated cuy dish (guinea pig), which is considered a delicacy in the country. Fortunately I have a soul so I didn’t dare try it, but the consensus was that with its’ gamey taste it was nothing to run and tell home about.  No worries, the beer and free pisco sours made up for it!  Lunch was followed by market shopping (my favorite!) and compiling bruises from stray children crashing their bikes into us.  The rest of the evening was filled with subtle events with us drinking more beer, playing cards, watching Batman dubbed in Spanish, eating pizza, and calling it an early night.  We wanted to be sure we were well rested for our adventures in the morning!

Peru Diaries: Part 1

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When people ask me how I chose Peru as the destination for our last trip, they’re often surprised I don’t have a calculated rhyme or reason. In a swarm of mundane Google searches that went something like ‘cool-places-to-visit-that-wont-cost-me-an-arm-or-leg-and-has-good-icecream”, Peru made constant appearances in my findings and thus became embedded in my subconscious. In April, Tommy and I were having dinner with his cousin when he remarked, “I’ve been thinking about visiting Peru to see Machu Picchu. We should make it happen”. And suddenly months of disheveled research and scattered information stored in my subconscious flooded my conscious brain and I went home, booked 3 tickets to Lima, and the rest was an afterthought.