A day at the beach
The sun, the sand, the salt spray. We got up early with not much in our heads but a morning on the beach. A quick breakfast (which you didn’t eat) and a change of clothes (I bit my knuckle when I saw you in your bikini) and we were out the door. The first thing I noticed that morning was you seemed a little distracted, like something was on your mind. I asked if you were worried about anything and you turned from your window to me, answering with a ready smile and shake of your head. Sometimes I have to pinch myself when I wake up next to you. Am I still dreaming? You lay next to me all night, yet I can’t believe you belong to me. I say those words to you often, but I’m not sure how it’s possible. My beautiful wife. I admire you so much, even with morning breath and hair askew. I don’t want anyone else. But something is off today. After we arrive at the beach and spread out, I go into the water and discover a few shells, which is my favorite thing to do there besides watc...