From Costa Rica comes my Valentine’s Day love story, based on my photo of a glass of Cooper’s Hawk’s delicious sangria, topped off with delicious fresh fruit in front of a painting done by our younger daughter some years ago. She’s now in art school, honing her skills and majoring in print making. You can find more of her work on her website, Eggshells. But as busy as she is, don’t expect daily updates.
I know you’ve seen this travel disclaimer before, but I’m sorry I won’t be able to read, although I’ll try to respond to comments at some point. I miss reading your stories but will catch up with next week. I do hate missing all the great responses!!
Two Hearts That Beat As One
“We’ll miss you. Good neighbors are hard to find. And Sharon was one of a kind,” Sam asserted.
Dean’s shoulders slumped as he looked down. “I’ll be moving. I can’t live here without her. Just wouldn’t seem right.”
“I can’t believe she’s gone. I didn’t even get to say good-bye before you left for vacation,” Kelly sobbed. “You guys were like the perfect couple.”
“I know it sounds corny, but I always felt our hearts beat as one,” Dean remarked, turning toward the house. Unseen, he grinned. They did. He even had the scar on his chest to prove it.