Caye Caulker, Belize
We walked hand in hand, barefoot, along the perimeter of the island. No plans. No agenda. No worries. Just the two of us, basking in sweet company...and you a pea inside me.
The caribbean waters sparkled turquoise to the left of us, calm and serene, and the tiny village to the right of us swayed to the beat of reggae. We spotted a bike rental shop and decided we could see more of the island on wheels than on feet.
The wind through my hair and my bare feet spinning the pedals was the quintessential picture of freedom. Free from the cares of this world. Free from the worry of what the future may hold. I followed close behind my beloved on the sandy path through tropical, lush green vegetation. We passed coconuts that split from their fall. We dodged branches with bright orange flowers I could never properly name. We smiled and waved at the locals playing kickball in their yards, barbecuing on their small weather-worn porches.
Your daddy would glance over his shoulder from time to time, making sure I was still within reach, and smile. I don't remember there being any words. I guess there wasn't a need for words.
My heart swelled with love for him in that moment. My heart soared with anticipation of you, a stranger still growing within me, making us three. The real adventures were still yet to come.
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The Red Dress Club prompt:
Imagine that after you have died your daughter/son will be given the gift of seeing a single five-minute period of your life through your eyes, feeling and experiencing those moments as you did when they occurred.
