I guess the ocean did its job

French Polynesia (specifically Moorea) will always always always have a special place in my heart because it’s where Sam and I celebrated our honeymoon, and that time remains in my memory as the most magical trip of our lives.

We waited 5 years to return to this special island, and even though I wanted to go back much sooner, Sam was adamant about keeping that memory untouched and untarnished for as long as possible.

Well, this year, we couldn’t hold back any longer.

This year’s minimoon came at a time when I reallyyyy needed it. I think we both did. I had been crying on the couch too much this year and letting difficult situations bleed into my well-being. Unfortunately, as someone who feels deeply, it is what it is.

I think the universe knew I needed to heal and it gave me signs that left me in awe…signs Sam and I are still trying to decipher.

On our way back to the States, a scary looking border patrol guard singled us out from a crowd. I was panicking. He said “do you know why I called you over?” We were like “oh no did we do something wrong??”

He took his time answering which made me even more nervous.

But then he said “out of all these people walking out who look miserable and tired, why are you two the only ones laughing and smiling? I just need to know.”

With much relief, we all shared a laugh and told him we had just come from French Polynesia and that he should go sometime too!

I guess the ocean did its job.