The beating of your heart plays on the machine across the room. In the distance, I hear a new baby crying and I can't help but think that soon, it will be you that I'm hearing.
Your mommy's finally getting some rest. We're both very tired, but I won't complain. She has the hardest job of all, and she's been through so much just to get you here.
It was sometime around the end of fifth grade when my parents decided to move from New Hampshire to Florida. At that age, I never understood why they made that decision. I was young, but I had friends, a place I loved, a life I was familiar with.
I cried the last day of fifth grade. It happened at the end of the day in front of the school where the buses picked us up. I told my friends we were moving, but they didn't believe me. Maybe I didn't believe it myself. But it was real. How could this happen? That would be the last time I ever saw my friends.
I should have learned this lesson a long time ago. Searching for something that isn't there for so many years has taken an emotional toll on me. I've dragged myself through hell and back too many times now. I should've known better. I should've realized it sooner.
Just like the last time, this is the last time.
Another great cocktail that I discovered in the Cayman Islands. This one will make you forget all your worries...and the rest of the day. Credit for this beast of a beverage goes to Donovan over at Tiki Beach.
I actually got this recipe on our last cruise, but didn't remember that I had it until recently. This isn't a copycat recipe, it's the real deal straight from Carnival.
Note: Make sure the eggs are at room temperature and chocolate is warm enough while making the mixture.