WonderDaddy whisked me away this weekend for a night of recuperation away from the kids, the house, and my worries. He drove us down to Chincoteague Island, a summer place that is beautiful even in the middle of winter. We stayed at an incredible B&B in a room that had its very own glassed-in turret, complete with telescope and binoculars with which to stargaze. The morning we left, we sat up there and watched it quietly begin to snow.
We had planned to go to the beach that day, to walk along the sand together. We wanted to hear the surf and see the sun glint off the waves. To duck as the seagulls swarmed around us, and to feel the shells crunching under our feet. But, that morning, it snowed.
We went anyway. We drove into Assateague National Wildlife Refuge, peered into the woods to see if we could catch a glimpse of the wild ponies, and enjoyed our trip along the marshes, watching the herons stalk across the grasses in search of something to eat. We walked on the beach in the snow. We listened to the surf, and we saw the sun glint off the waves. The seagulls did dip down to visit us, and the shells crunched under our boots.
The footprints quietly filled with snow.
But instead of being frustrating, it was beautiful. It was a night away from our worries, and it was simply beautiful.
Reasons number 2 and 3 why I’m looking foward to surgery on Tuesday: more time with WonderDaddy, the love of my life.