My Honeymoon
The small prop plane began it's decent from the crystal blue sky towards the water below. The plane vibrated with the spinning propeller as we began the all too slow decent towards our fantasy vacation. I glanced over at my young wife, her short dark hair pushed back behind her ears, covered by her large floppy white sunhat and her dark sun glasses searching the small island below, scanning it from shore to shore, excitement evident as she glanced back at me, a beautiful innocent smile...