It’s March 1st in the Marshall Islands. A public holiday back home. A day our people come together to remember the legacy of a dark past. A day we honor those loved ones lost and scarred by the memories, health affects and exile.
It’s not the sex I care about, I can get that anytime. It’s the skin to skin intimacy in bed. Laughing together, the random conversations late at night. Learning your spouse. Bonding and building with them. That’s what really matter.