Fifteen years ago a college boy who was out of my league in every way asked me out on a date. He was cute, smart, successful, could tame a wild room full of Young Life kids with his funny stories and the promise of God’s overwhelming love for them, and he was so nice. That’s what drew me to him. His kindness. His big smile. The way he talked to the frizzy haired lunch lady that everyone else just gave their food card to without a word, about her son’s upcoming basketball game, showed me he was different in the way he related to people and I was enamored with that, with him.
I still am. Thirteen years of marriage later, 4 births, one death, 4 cities, 6 homes, 3 remodels, blossomed careers, callings, ministries, travels, heartaches, intimacy, arguments, feeling like soul mates often and days when we must work to be friends, we have had many ups and downs in what is still the early years of a life-long relationship. There is a lot of glue between us, from emotion to experience and I cannot begin to imagine my life with anyone but him, nor would I ever want it, ever. Even amidst the day to day life of raising 3 kids, adult responsibilities, passion-filled career lives and ministries, and so much more that could cause us to pass one another by in an average day, I find myself awestruck that I get to share it all with this amazing man. I feel lucky to know him. It astounds me that I get to be his wife.
So, with a full throttle remodel in process, 3 busy kids’ lives and hearts to keep up with, 2 soccer teams to coach, barely enough time to talk about the functional aspects of our lives let alone hopes and dreams and intimacy building things, we planned a little getaway to celebrate an insignificant number of married years, that is of extreme significance to us every single day.
“It is the worst possible time to leave” we always say “which is why it is the best time.” We need this.
We had some airline miles that were going to expire, a summer business that will soon take over our lives, a baby on the way that will cut-short our chances to travel and so many more reasons why we had to get away now, and it has been so good.
Cape Cod it is. We came here in a blink 7 years ago and I have wanted to return ever since to the fishing towns reminiscent of our summer life. With history and charm and antiques that are older than this century and houses that are even older, I love the legacies, stories and lifestyle of a the opposite coast of our young Northwest harbor town. Even the simple differences in house design, (save me from the craftsman-style please! It is cape-cod that I love!) the drift wood gray shingles on every home, with lots of white trim, ocean colors inside and out, has me oohing and ahhing over this quaint respite. Fishing and lobster boats out our windows, the promise of good seafood for dinner, a sandy beach to enjoy alone just before tourists descend en mass, it feels like a little piece of heaven to just take it all in with my husband and best friend. Nothing more to accomplish this day than a scenic drive, beach walk and good conversation, uninterrupted. It is all and everything we need.
Refreshed – Rejuvenated – holding hands with no-one swinging between them, we will hold these moments with us as we return to life as usual, a very good life – Reminded – that there is so much that is so good to hold onto between us.