I miss my Baby. There’s nothing like the nostalgia of a wedding to bring back dozens of sweet romantic memories. Tonight I attended a delightful wedding without my Honey. While David was eating dinner with my family in Libertytown, Maryland, I was enjoying matrimonial festivities with David’s family in La Jolla, California.  I had no one to dance with.

I was thinking as I drove home about how ad lib dancing is always for someone. I could dance freely with my sisters or with my husband, but to dance just to dance would seem strangely disconnected. I love to watch children dance. They manifest no self-consciousness.

My heart is in Maryland now with David. I miss the green open spaces and the aesthetically-appealing architecture with the comfortable feelings of home. I wonder if California will ever carry those same special feelings I associate with home.  Will my heart ever sing in this foreign city? When my brain is not so tired I want to think of the things I love about San Diego. I do want to love San Diego.  I used to love slipping off to quiet beautiful places. I loved finding and making peaceful places my own. I would ride my bike, or walk or run, or read in the peaceful solitude of sweet outdoors just me and my Savior. Or I would rollerblade with happy music choreographing my movements. Sometimes in those quiet pretty places, I would daydream about my one somebody. My somebody is a San Diego man! Wherever we live together will be home.