I was born to run around barefoot. Not just because I, like you, was born barefoot, but because I am truly happiest in places I can toss off my shoes and just run around until my feet are completely filthy. I think the true sign that my vacation with my sweetie was perfect is that even after a long bath and lots of scrubbing, my feet are not yet willing to come clean.

I think it’s because my feet are as reluctant as I am to part with the white sands of Savary Island that nurtured our souls; the smooth grains of the ocean floor that held us up while we jumped into the waves; the cool mud of tidal pools we peered into; and the general dirt of the great outdoors on multiple beaches and campsites that we explored hand in hand.