By: Jana Greene
Yesterday was the kind of day that makes up for so many others. It made up for the stressful ones, the days filled with worries. It was the kind of day that seemed lovely in a very non-random way. A day of a hundred small and deliberate wonders. Lovely by design.
I just happened to leisurely sleep in, and then took my time having my coffee. Bob and I decided to take a trip to the beach (okay…”trip” may be overstating it, we live 15 minutes from the shore) and we just happened to find a good parking place. I held his arm walking onto the warm sand, so it was no problem to navigate the terrain in my orthopedic boot, and there just happened to be a surfing competition at the beach access we parked nearest. We spread an old, flowered comforter out on the sand to claim our spot and watched the surfing while sharing a bags of Munchos potato chips and M&Ms candies, which just happens to be the best salty / sweet combo ever.
The sun was in and out of hazy clouds, but not oppressive with its heat. My husband and I alternated between lazy conversation and occasional PG-13 make-out sessions. He walked me down to the water two times, which took forever because I was bootless then and could not put much weight on the broken leg, and we stood in the chilly waters together while the water washed the wound. Saltwater just happens to be a wonderful antiseptic.
When we got home, we ate cheeseburgers with so many toppings – blue cheese and pickles, and mustard, lettuce and cheese (of course) that it took four napkins just to get the condiments off of my face and from between my fingers. We watched the movie “Tower Heist”, which was good but not great, but WHO CARES? We had a lovely time, a time totally devoid of stress or worry.
Then, he and I, sunburned and satiated with full bellies and chilled-out minds, went to bed at the same time that our teenaged daughters were going out for a night on the town, and for once, we were glad to be the old fogey parents settling in, cozy. The dog was lying on the floor of our bedroom, and the cat was asleep at the foot of the bed, and neither launched an attack in the usual bedtime turf war. (See? Small and deliberate wonders!) I fall asleep holding my husband’s hand, so glad that he and I just happen to be perfect for one another.
We are perfect for one-another in a very non-random sort of way. Lovely by design.