sometimes i wish i could magically fly you over here... just for an hour or two, or a weekend... because spain is a very far away place.

i would fly you over for a weekend so we could spend a whole night talking about what you have been doing so far away, and about the future, and about the past, and about anything and everything we like to talk about... you remind me all to often that life is what you make of it. and i know you are making one hell of a time out of yours. i am lucky to be along for a part of the ride.

i wish you could be here this weekend, so we could spend time together with your boy. because he will always and forever be your baby, and i know as well as you that we will both miss him to pieces.

but on the same note opportunity is knocking at your door and i wouldnt want you to for ONE second pass that up to be here. we have been here, we have gone down this path many many times, and we will again many many times... even if i have to drag you kicking and screaming... (which i know i wont because you love it just as much as i do.) because this is somewhere that we will ALWAYS no matter what call home. because it will always be in our hearts.

so let opportunity knock... ill send him the message. you keep on going doing as many things as you can, and seeing as many amazing things there are to see... because home will be here when you get back.

it will always be here. love you my crazy senorita.