Back on my birthday, while the hint of summer was still heavy in the air, we took our coffee and two chairs to the beach just down the road. There we sat, ignoring the to-do lists and pressing demands of his work, and remembered what we are really celebrating with each passing year ~ our personal relationships. Without relationships our work would be meaningless, our to-do lists pointless drudgery. We held hands and watched the birds sailing high then streaking downward in search of their own breakfast. The sun climbed before us and the still calm water gleamed in pink and silver tones.
But then again, there is no urgency. There is only now. There is only this little crab making eye contact with me on the diamond dusted sand. There is only my hand in my husband's, held more lovingly than ever because of the years and tears and multitudes of nows.