It’s a warm September day back in 2003.
Jeff
We’re strolling along the seawall in our shorts, flipflops, and Hollywood shades, with a salty sea breeze in our hair and the late afternoon sun in our eyes.
Like always in Galveston in the summer, there’s a carnival-like atmosphere along the boulevard, and we’re in sync, in a festive, laid-back mood.
On down the way is that open-air cafe, the one on the pier out over the cresting waves where we had a late dinner last night. Mmm, mmm, we can still smell the aroma of those delicious pan-fried prawns. And later on, after we ate, remember how tickled you were to be able to swim in the water, and at midnight no less, and not freeze your little booty off?
With cheeks tinged pink and sand between our toes, we stop for a rest on a seawall bench, and you look so cute I just have to take your picture. I’m so glad I did. It’s one of my very favorites of you. That happy, slightly mischievious look on your face says it all. You are content, relaxed, looking forward to another blue-crab skinny-dip good time tonight. Me, too, muffin.
What a great time we’re having. What a great life.
Thinking of you today, my love. And every day I breathe.
2003. I can hardly believe it’s been that long. How time flies when you’re living life. Or just enduring, as the case may be and certainly is when considering the last two years. What a lovely picture of Jeff and what a lovely memory. Thank goodness for those, huh? We can get lost in them sometimes. A bittersweet retreat.