dance shots

    Drew and I went to La Jolla (pronounced, la hoy-a) today.  It's so beautiful there; all blue waves crashing into rocks and cliffs with little white caps reminding you that the ocean isn't exactly tame.  Anyway, we took a few dance shots on the rocks.  Here I am in arabesque:

   And then it was Drew's turn:
    Please bear in mind he doesn't have the exact same amount of training that I do; he's just naturally good.  Actually, we started cracking up while I was taking his picture because people were walking by and probably thinking that we were seriously trying to take some full body dance shots for him.  And that is hysterical.  We have a few more, but we both agreed this one captured his form and technique best.

     Then I noticed a word that I really love carved in the stone, so I captured it:
    And again, here is a beautiful, timeless phrase:
  Catching on to what I was doing, Drew asked for the camera.  He mentioned that he had found something really meaningful and would like to document it as well.  Well, sure I thought, how sweet, I reasoned.  And then, when I was flipping through the images, I saw this:
      Well, isn't that just so romantic?  

      Don't worry guys, we're married.  And since Merry already let the cat out of the bag a few posts back, I figured this would be okay to post...

    But on a serious note, we've had a really wonderful time here for the last week.  Tomorrow I have to say good-bye to him, which doesn't get any easier, no matter how many times I say it.  But I know that the same grace that has carried me through every day in the past will be with me in abundance tomorrow.  It has to; I rely on it.  It's that simple. 

    And in exactly three weeks from today, I will be home--for the first time since April!!!! Has a whole summer really passed since I've been home?  Wow.  I can hardly wait to be there again--breathing in good, East-coast air (don't even try to tell me about those dupont chemicals; to me, that air is sweet!), seeing the deep green of our forests, and hugging the people I love (for a not-so-touchy-Latshaw, a homecoming is one of the few things that warrants a hug--just kidding. kinda).   

    Another good thing: I am really lightening my load because I am sending Drew home with a ton of my stuff!!! When you live out of a suitcase, it is so nice to pare down.  You also realize that if you haven't worn a pair of pants since you left home late spring, then it is probably safe to send them home.  Which is what I am doing.  Oh, and at least some of our little family will be reunited because Drew will be picking up our two kitties from Michele's house (where she has graciously kept them for us all summer--thanks a TON!) on Wednesday evening--so at least three of us will be together.  Drew has admitted to me recently that he is very excited to see them again.  This makes my heart glad.  

    Okay, that's about it for now.  Good night.