“O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune.” I was going through the poems of Robert Burns on the flight, with my husband sound asleep in the dark corner seat,

I told my wife, as we looked through our gorgeous Seychelles honeymoon pictures, "I can still feel the soft sand under my toes and the cool breeze in my hair." "Those were some spectacular sunsets!” With memories glistening in her eyes, she said, "I just wish we could go back