Remembering a time when…

The sun was making its way into the blue-grey sky.
Wanting to warm the Honduran shore.
Beckoning to us.
To drown our toes into the soft, moist sand.
To dip our toes into the better than great salty warm water.

Rudy led the way.
Dove into the pristine surface.
And I followed.
Reaching for him.
He held my hand and I held his.
We splashed happily, contently in the ocean blue.
Swimming.
Alone.
Enjoying the moment.

As we returned to shallow water.
We lowered our bodies underneath.
Until the soothing water touched our chins.
While our feet pranced along the sandy bottom.
Allowing us to maintain eye contact.
As we both rotated in a circular motion.
Constantly.
Gently.

We talked.
About our life.
About how we met.
About our relationship.
About our children.
About everything.
As we felt one with the ocean, the sand, the sky.

And especially with each other.