I've been back from vacation for a little over 24 hours now and one would think that I could wrap up the five-day experience into a pretty bow of words and arrange those ribbons into a succint story to tell you. But guess what? I can't. Not yet.
I went to Cozumel for a reason. While I was there, that reason expanded into something else, something brighter, different, deeper. Something other than my nephew and me. Something we haven't stopped talking about since.
Our Sunday took a form of its own, a form I never would have anticipated or even wished for. And yet it happened.
I can't tell you about it yet because I can't find the words. But I will, I know I will.
In the meantime, I give you these: