Salty sea air

Yesterday, Trevor washed his last dirty shirt from the honeymoon, the one that he wore to the beach every day. It still smelled like the salty sea air.

Sigh...

That shirt smelled really, really good.

Things are fine here - we're plugging along and are both busy at work, we're having fun nights out with friends and nights in at home cooking, and one of us is about to debut a fun new project soon, but ....... I miss the ocean. A lot.

So as I continue to be patient wait for our professional photos to arrive so that we can finish the wedding recap, I offer a couple more honeymoon snapshots.

I can't quit you, Outer Banks.