Back on my 30th birthday, my husband did things up big—he whisked me away for a rendezvous in sunny Florida. Extravagance is kind of his love language. And warm weather is surely one of mine.
Now, two years later, we look through pictures and watch short videos of our beach-made memories that March… and we ache. Things have changed some since then. Where I once was doing bell kicks on the beach and crouching down to build sandcastles, pain now holds me in its limitations.