Just for Fun

I often second guess myself for blogging.  No clear vision guides me, so my cynical side worries this is nothing more than a time-consuming production to get attention or garner praise.  Perhaps it's worse.  Maybe I'm just blabbering away without any aim or objective.  "Just talking to hear your brain rattle," I can hear my mom saying.  In the end, I simply enjoy writing and believe my motives are cloudy, but not sinful.

The truth I keep coming back to is that writing helps me.  Others' writing helps me and my writing helps me.  I rarely remember sermons or lectures, but I remember books, blog posts, and pages from my journal.  I really have no idea what Jeromy said before he proposed or the first time he said the L-word, but I remember well-timed and insightful cards, letters, and emails that remain tucked inside books and stowed away in secret places.  I like the permanent feel to writing that ensures you the ability to circle back and review, inspect, and ponder a little more, as if slowly moving it over, around, and upside down in order to take one more small step towards fully grasping the idea, emotion, or call.  Writing allows you to see, read, and hear all at the same time, and I like that.

A little more scientific in nature, Covey in The 7 Habits describes writing as a "kind of psycho-neural muscular activity which helps bridge and integrate the conscious and subconscious minds."  Indeed, the uniquely combined use of the mind, nerves, and muscles is what "distills, crystallizes, and clarifies thought and helps break the whole into parts."

All that said, this entry will now confound that affinity as pictures replace words and my purpose for blogging becomes even foggier.  Instead of more writing, find instead a depiction of the delayed honeymoon Jeromy and I took earlier this month... just for fun :)

Our beautiful island destination, waiting patiently for our arrival.

Two flat Delta tires left Jeromy and I with an unexpected overnight pitstop in Atlanta.  NOT the Caribbean, but we made the most of an extra day in the States. 

We finally arrived a day later than anticipated and raced to the beach to soak in the last few minutes of sunlight.

The pool outside our room complete with a swim-up bar reminded me of a movie.



While lounging at the beach reminded me of a travel magazine spread.



So naturally, we decided to pose as if we were in a magazine.



Well, mostly it was just Jeromy posing.



The sunlight proved a significant obstacle to his delicate eyes.



But we kept trying.

Good enough!

Beachside markets reminded me of a treasure hunt.

Tobacco leaves anyone?

Your treasure of choice, waiting to be bartered upon.

The resort itself was FULL of its own treasures.

Like a casino- conveniently placed only two buildings down from the church.

And peacocks roaming around the buffet.

Of course you need access to the football court!

And the all-inclusive bar, for an occasional cold treasure.

Last but not least, we had the treasure of immediate and free entertainment at our fingertips to help coach us through our new marital dynamics.