I photographed this Lucky Lady on a recent trip to San Francisco. She was docked at the Fisherman's Wharf . I am not sure if a real Lucky Lady lives on her, but thoughts of this lifestyle every once in a while play with my head.
Can you imagine a life on a boat? At one time, my hubby, a Captain and I started looking in to living on a boat. We attended many boat shows walking on what we would dream would be our new home. We thought of the the many places we would go, docking from place to place up and down the Gulf of Mexico and even adventuring out onto the Caribbean . Romantic don't you think?
We do that. We dream together. We may never actually do what we dream but it is a fun thing we do. I think that is what keeps our marriage from getting boring and our conversations brimming with energy. It's as though he raises the brush to the canvas, paints a little and then hands the brush to me. I paint a little more , and we continue to handing it off back and forth each trusting the other to paint more and more beauty onto the canvas of our dream. I've learned to trust him over the course of time and I think that is key.
When a woman trusts her man she will follow him to the ends of the earth or in my case, sail the deep blue sea and although that was once a silly little dream, we enjoyed the days spent dreaming it.
And if we ever do get that boat and actually sail off on our dreamed adventure, you can bet she will be named, "LUCKY LADY." AKA BECKY
Can you imagine a life on a boat? At one time, my hubby, a Captain and I started looking in to living on a boat. We attended many boat shows walking on what we would dream would be our new home. We thought of the the many places we would go, docking from place to place up and down the Gulf of Mexico and even adventuring out onto the Caribbean . Romantic don't you think?
We do that. We dream together. We may never actually do what we dream but it is a fun thing we do. I think that is what keeps our marriage from getting boring and our conversations brimming with energy. It's as though he raises the brush to the canvas, paints a little and then hands the brush to me. I paint a little more , and we continue to handing it off back and forth each trusting the other to paint more and more beauty onto the canvas of our dream. I've learned to trust him over the course of time and I think that is key.
When a woman trusts her man she will follow him to the ends of the earth or in my case, sail the deep blue sea and although that was once a silly little dream, we enjoyed the days spent dreaming it.
And if we ever do get that boat and actually sail off on our dreamed adventure, you can bet she will be named, "LUCKY LADY." AKA BECKY