This time last week, I was in Perth, Western Australia.
This time last week, I was driving our rental car towards Secret Harbour, a place my husband had painstakingly attempted to paint a picture of with his beautifully descriptive language, but had ultimately sold short. It was not until I had seen it for myself that the desired, lasting impact was made...
And it wasn't just the endless, untainted, vividly blue coastline before me, or the lulling sound of the waves in the otherwise perfectly serene studio that surrounds... it was the promise of the very real possibility that we could one day wake up to this every morning for the rest of our lives.
This time last week, I was driving our rental car towards Secret Harbour, a place my husband had painstakingly attempted to paint a picture of with his beautifully descriptive language, but had ultimately sold short. It was not until I had seen it for myself that the desired, lasting impact was made...
And it wasn't just the endless, untainted, vividly blue coastline before me, or the lulling sound of the waves in the otherwise perfectly serene studio that surrounds... it was the promise of the very real possibility that we could one day wake up to this every morning for the rest of our lives.
