One week ago, we were in Flores, Guatemala. The oppressive humid heat was finally tempering off, and the golden sunset over the lake allowing us to forgive the island's loss of electricity (and therefore cold drinks) during the terrible midday temperatures. We were about to head out for seafood, mango smoothies, and card games on a rooftop terraza as we planned for our trip to Tikal the next day.
The transition home - to everyday life - has been a bit rough, and yet entirely seamless. Rough, because I wasn't quite ready to walk back into late nights at the office. And seamless, because life with Jason has always been comfortable and easy. We're home, easing back into a life we lovingly built together over the last several years. We're starting to fill our calendar with promises we made on the honeymoon instead of wedding to-dos (except for the thank you cards. Those are actually a pretty giant to-do) and it feels right. We're happy to be home. We're happy to have had our adventures and thinking time throughout Guatemala. We're excited to begin living our promises to each other as we ease back into everyday, but now married, life.
The wedding recaps will come, I promise. But stumbling over the wedding words is harder than I thought. And I'm still waiting for the full set of photos from Kelly, which I think will help illustrate exactly what I'm trying to say. In the meantime, have a great weekend.