I know I may be a person of few words, but I love you. Like Sutton Foster says, “at words poetic I’m so pathetic”. You shower me with praise, and I just smile with glistening eyes. I love you more than words can express. Happy six months. You’ve left me speechless.
“Come sail away with me” - Key West, Summer 2011
“Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair.” - Key West, Summer 2011
“We don’t mind sand in our stillettos!” - Key West, Summer 2011
”Fins to the left. Fins to the right” - Key West, Summer 2011
“All of those tourists covered in oil.” - Key West, Summer 2011
“Nothing but blue skies all day long.” - Key West, Summer 2011
“Jump right in!” - Key West, Summer 2011
“From Coconut palms and banyan trees and coral sands and Tonkinese” - Key West, Summer 2011
“Sun tanned toes ticklin the sand” - Key West, Summer 2011
"When the sky is a bright canary yellow, I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen. So they called me a cockeyed optimist, immature and incurably green. I have heard people rant and rave and bellow that we're done and we might as well be dead. But I'm only a cockeyed optimist, and I can't get it into my head. I hear the human race is fallin' on its face and hasn't very far to go. But ev'ry whippoorwill is sellin' me a bill, and tellin' me it just ain't so. I could say life is just a bowl of Jello and appear more intelligent and smart. But I'm stuck like a dope with a thing called hope, and I can't get it out of my heart! Not this heart..." - Cockeyed Optimist, South Pacific