This year, we chased two very different dreams—and both delivered in ways I didn't expect. In June, three generations of women touched down in Aruba for my birthday week. My mother, my six-year-old daughter, and me. No husbands. No distractions. Just sand, sun, and the kind of slowness that only island time can gift you. Two months later in August, we traded Caribbean breezes for European charm, spending ten days exploring Spain—Barcelona and Valencia. My daughter had been to
