The perfect evening. The perfect hour. The perfect moment. We laughed. We watched the sunset. We breathed it all in. I looked at him and said “this is truly the happiest moment of my life”. He said, “even better than our wedding day”. I took a second to think and then simply replied, “yes”.
We got out of the car and walked to a little bench, stopping along the way to take a picture or two (okay…or three). We were about 30 minutes from the sun setting completely behind the horizon. A few people would pass here and there. A little family of three with the Daddy carrying his baby in a Baby Bjorn passed our way. Another couple with their bikes made their way to the bench just down from us. You could see another family all the way at the end of the island. We took turns laying on the bench with our heads on each others laps. We talked about how wonderful our vacation had been and how fast things would change once we got home and how different this would be next year with us chasing a little tan boy around and trying to get him to be still for just a minute while mommy and daddy watch the sunset (ha!). I got teary just thinking about how happy I was. I’ve been told that I’m one of the happiest pregnant women ever. I don’t know if that’s true, but I certainly feel like it most days…and that day in particular. I had everything I ever wanted. Love. Love from a man that makes me laugh and that I love more and more every day. The love of the son that will soon be born. The love of the life around me. The love of the sunset…the breeze from the ocean…and the comfort of the moment. Not to mention that I just felt good. I felt beautiful. I felt happy in my own skin. As the colors in the sky got deeper and deeper, I couldn’t help but feel like this was truly the happiest time of my life. I took a minute and breathed it all in. I looked at every inch of his face and back at the sunset and the silhouette of each bird that flew in front of it. I paid attention to the way the sand felt between my toes. The way it felt when he looked at me with that “I’m so in love with you look” he still has from time to time. The hardness of the bench and how we had to put our legs just right to get comfortable. THIS was a moment to remember and I wanted to remember every single detail.
When we were walking back to the car, after the sun had disappeared, we held hands and passed by an older couple. I wondered if they had been us once upon a time. If they had held hands and walked along the beach as they were expecting their first child. Then my mind drifted to the future and imagined us sitting in the spot they were in. Retired…with Steffen off in college or with a family of his own. Back to the two of us. What will happen between now and then? Where will life take us? I know we will have hard times ahead of us and that our life is surely going to change. I will always take a little piece of this moment with me. I can’t wait to share our life and our love with our little miracle man, Steffen.
Peace and so much love,
Cilla
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