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They say time heals the pain. I say it only masks the pain and allows you to master of carrying that pain with grace. Twenty-five years after my father’s death, the intensity of the emotions and grief felt on that day bubble up. And all I can do is acknowledge them and reflect upon them.
During our tour of Central Europe last year, our second stop was in Germany's capital city, Berlin. Our first full day in the city had an item already scheduled months in advance: a visit to the German Reichstag.
It's the tail end of February in the Pacific Northwest. Just like clockwork, I am finding myself totally over with this cold, rainy, and gray situation. I am longing for warm, sunny days preferably spent on a beach somewhere in the tropics. A girl can wish ... all day, every day.
For a temporary cure, I have dug out from my digital box of memories some photos that I have never shared before (not even on Facebook because I have my reasons) from that one beautiful day Stuart and I spent island hopping in the Andaman Sea.
For us, our Christmas tree is a collection of stories; the ornaments are pockets of memories and representations of special moments from our adventures and experiences. Because of our wandering ways, the landscape of stories that is our tree keeps changing every year. And we would not have it any other way.
We decided to have a fun photoshoot in Vienna to remember our incredible trip by. Because we are not the selfie types, we usually have very few photos of us together during our travels. After this year's health challenges and recently celebrating 10 years of marriage, this trip is a gift and a blessing, so we enlisted a professional to capture us enjoying what we love -- each other and traveling together!
Here are 6 (out of 60!)of our favorite shots taken by Natascha with Flytographer.
Ten years ago today, in a little church in Ferndale, Washington, surrounded by family and friends, we took our vows to cherish and love one another for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. We didn't write our own vows. We were both 22 years old, and all that mattered to us was that we were committing ourselves to one another.
