As I write this post… 2 years later I can’t help but feel nostalgic and think about how far Mr. Handsome and I have come.
2 years later as I write this post about our trip to Treasure Island… I am here at Treasure Island. Oh how times have changed!
Nothing quite says relaxation more than a Florida sunset.
So after our road trip to South Carolina we took advantage of Mr.Handsome’s time share at Treasure Island Beach to soak up some sunsets and salty air.
It’s mid August and we can still wear bikinis and drink ice cold beer without the slightest breeze of anything less than tropical humidity. It’s amazing. We like to and will take full advantage of this southern blessing.
So we walked the sandy shores and picked up seashells, poured our troubles on the rocks and soaked in the sweet salty sun rays.
One thing I have forgot to mention along the way… up to this point from the time we met, Mr.Handsome had been wooing and swooning me off my feet. The man was trying hard and succeeding.
Remember when I said in the beginning my world had been turned on it’s axis and my new life began? Well I was still scared. Being hurt again makes you scared. I didn’t want to be hurt again. It’s not fun.
Mr.Handsome knew this is, and was putting in the overtime hours to prove he wouldn’t.
The trip to South Carolina, the long drive home, and the first sunset walk along the beach when we got back- coupled with the fact we had happened to both write each other a handwritten note that just so happened to have the same exact lyrics in the note so I sorta-kinda had-no-choice, the dates aligned, and the stars were written-sealed the deal for me.
If any of you are George Strait fans…
Well we both checked yes… and that pivotal moment happened. A new chapter began.
The next morning we visited an adorable little establishment called the “Frog Pond”. There’s no parking, small tables- great service and great options! As you can barely see my crepes we’re being drowned in fruit- it was delicious! CJ of course got biscuits and gravy and I had coffee and crepes. We were ready for the beach!
We hung out down by the waves and sand until our tummies begged for more than ice and sweet tea vodka – Spacey’s southern sweet tea is a vacation staple!
Treasure island is one of the Florida beaches that does allow alcohol consumption- it is also mainly private vacation owners and not much hotels and day trippers so the quite relaxed atmosphere vibes a much more mellow crowd.
So we headed back to the condo to make our pizza! That is until we realized the unit had no oven! CJ had been coming to this place since he was 5 years old- and didn’t realize there was no oven. Yes that’s a dishwasher, not an oven sir. Well we just had to get our creative hats on and come up with an alternative option- so we headed to the grill by the pool!
Of course this is Florida though and rain lasts about 20 minutes –if that- and soon it was sunny and balmy once again.
My sweet tea concoction was close at hand while we decided to lounge by the pool the rest of the afternoon- we could feel a nap headed our way.
I can tell this place will be a memory builder for years to come! The sort of birth place of our official relationship.
As I sit on a beach chair overlooking the ocean, sipping my coffee and writing this- I feel naive thinking back at how easy we felt life and love would be- simply because we thought it would be so.
Life is messy, hard, confusing, and a constant under construction road way of hurdles and bad decisions.
The beautiful thing about life is just when you feel you can no longer take it any more or you’ll never get it right- or you’re in the longest day of your life- it’s over. It’s done. And then it’s not so bad any more. It’s actually really nice, it’s pleasant and happy and all wonderful again.
As the waves come crashing ashore every few minutes- the sounds are peaceful but the actions are destructive. They wash away the sand castles and love notes written in the sand- but they soon retreat and the notes are written again and the castles are rebuilt. The cycle continues. That is us everyday.
Life is beautiful but can be destructive-there is no possible way to endure a stagnant environment of perfection. Happiness and sadness must ebb and flow, love and anger must rise and fall, sun and rain must take turns for the earth to thrive and grow. Such as is our lives. So next time you’re sad or angry- remember it’s a necessity to be able to fully flourish and enjoy the positivity and happiness- just as a the earth needs the sun and the rain to survive.
Salty and sweet tea kisses,