30 Days until vacation!  30 Days until I can leave behind all of my life’s ridiculous boredom that it has accumulated through the years.  30 Days until Curtis and I get to embark on yet another road trip together, where singing outlandishly loud to music and taking pictures of road signs to record where we’ve been come as second nature.  30 Days until I can ask Curtis, “Are we there yet,” twenty minutes into the trip just because I can.  30 Days until I have eight hours of driving in a car, sitting beside the one I love with the windows rolled down and my feet on the dash, eating road trip snacks.  30 Days until I can join in on the “fun” of metal detecting with Curtis and his father just because…there are some sacrifices worth making when you love someone that much, regardless of how ridiculous you feel doing it. 

        But for now, I’m sitting, waiting, wishing that those 30 Days will go by quickly and my week of vacation will last a lifetime.  However, life doesn’t quite seem to work that way.  No matter how much we try, vacation doesn’t last forever.  

Perhaps that’s why I like photographs so much…they help preserve my memories.