On our airplane ride to Maui my husband and I sat next to each other,
but felt a world apart.
On our return home, we sat rows apart, but never felt closer.
Our vacation in paradise was the perfect retreat into ourselves.
Relationships evolve in two ways: together or apart.
That journey depends on the willingness of the parties involved.
After seventeen years, I’m grateful that I found a partner that is willing to do the dirty work––even on vacation––to laugh through the stormy skies and cry in the sun.
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