Our cottage here is gorgeous, complete with a private pool and private gazebo, tucked in a rather unmarked village on the top of the cliffs that overlook the ocean. Beautiful. It's the perfect place to relax and reflect on the amazing journey that we've had the last two weeks. It's also not a bad place to celebrate our anniversary, which is today, July 20th. I remember the morning of our marriage, 11 years ago, Tonya and I went snorkeling in the tide pools of the lava rock on the Big Island of Hawaii. I remember thinking then, "How many guys get to go snorkeling the morning of their wedding day with their best friend, which happens to be the person that I'm marrying." I remember how happy and how lucky I felt that day. Last night, nearly 11 years later, I was sitting in a bar on the cliffs of Bali drinking a Bintang with my same best friend, my amazing wife, watching the sun drop, seeing it steal the light from the dozen surfers trying to catch just one or two more waves. And, as I glance at my phone while typing this, I see the pictures of Anna Mae and Lizzie, and the resemblance they hold of Tonya, and again am reminded that I'm the luckiest man alive.
Our flight goes from Bali to Hong Kong and leaves Hong Kong just before midnight. And, then time actually will stand still for us as we fly to the US, getting into LA before midnight, still July 20th with just enough time for me to make another toast to celebrate our 2 week trip and 11 year journey together.
Shores and cliffs of Bingin.
Bingin beach made up of entirely tide pools.
Celebrating 11 fabulous years. (Fabulous for me. I would like to think Tonya would rate them at least above average.)
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