I actually had to STEP OUT the door of my bedroom to really see the view. I could see it through the door. But I had to step out to really experience it. Can you believe it? STEP OUT. A whole step. What an inconvenience.
Then I actually had to WALK DOWN THE STAIRS to get to the beach. No elevator. No cabana boys to carry me as I reclined, sipping a frozen drink. Geez. SO. MUCH. WORK.
I had to cross a few yards of sand to get to the beach. A few yards. Can you believe it?
And I could actually see some people sharing our beach. I could SEE them sitting right near us. Well. Sort of near us. OK. They were not that close, but they were IN SIGHT. The nerve!
Sigh.
I managed to persevere. And it was all worth it. TOTALLY worth it. Just to see HIM play in the sand and dance in the waves.
I would have walked miles and miles and miles for that.
Maybe it wasn't QUITE so inconvenient after all.
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