Today is the 29th anniversary of the day I married the love of my life, apple of my eye and sometimes pain in my arse, My Harley Stud. It totally blows my mind that we have been married that long especially since I’m only thirty-two years old. Stop trying to do the math and just leave it at yes, I was a child bride. If you’re a long time reader, you may have read our true love story here in my archives and you know that we have been together even longer than that. People often ask me, “How can you stay married to the same man for all those years?”
The answer is simple. First of all, he is no longer the same man that I married.
I have molded and shaped him into a completely different creature. He and I have both grown and matured into different people who just happen to still be nuts about each other.
To celebrate the occasion, MHS took me to breakfast and then to the beach. Not wanting to be saddled with my camera for our beach walk on this day, I left it in the car. Damn! Of course today was the day I saw so many picture takishly things. I’ll try to paint you a picture.
The sky was the most amazing blue with lots of puffy white clouds low on the horizon which looked like their tops were sliced off. I could have called my friend the meteorologist to ask what they are called or googled but it’s my anniversary and I’m lazy. Not to be outdone by the sky, the water was a beautiful aqua color. The tide was going out and the waves were high which made the roar of the surf even louder than usual. There were surfers and boogie boarders. Some of the surfers had an oar. I don’t know what this activity is called but I think I saw Matt Lauer do it on the today show once. It was fun to watch.
Because we live in an area of South Florida that is primarily residential and not a tourist spot, most of the beaches allow dogs. There were lots of dogs today. Each one with a tennis ball or they made their fun chasing birds. MHS and I made friends with a few canines, once again making me wish we had brought Mayzie. She loves the beach but isn’t allowed in the bagel store.
We live on the East coast. At 9am-ish, the sun was shining over the water and it was beautiful. There was a flock of seven pelicans that flew in a straight line overhead. The smell of MHS’s aftershave kept teasing my nostrils. Then my sniffer upper became a little more discerning and I realized that what I was smelling was his deodorant. Still, he smelled good. The sights, the smells, the sounds. They made my day.
No trip to the beach is complete without sighting a man in a speedo and this adventure was no exception. Why? And not even an attractive body. Just sayin.
The beach is lined with seagrapes that obscure the view from the road to the beach and vicey versey. That didn’t stop MHS from hearing a pack of Harley Davidsons ride by. The beach isn’t really MHS’s thing and I’m sure the thought crossed his mind that he’d rather be riding. Nevertheless, he knows what I like and brought me to the beach. My sanctuary.
Despite the Speedo Man sighting, it was an awesome morning and a great way to start our anniversary.
What would your perfect day be?