Thankful

So, we returned from Boca Raton early early in the morning Friday. For the first time in over 3 1/2 years I was able to soak my toes in the salty water, soak up a few sunbeams and inhale and EXHALE thankfully. Blissfully. It was so wonderful. The water was the bluest most clear thing...reminded me of my boys' eyes. What a treat to know and remember and cherish that in the stressful moments of my days and weeks and months, there are continuous waves forming and crashing and washing and cleansing and renewing. While I sat there, with my toes dainty and proper...I couldn't help but mutter a thank you to my personal inner God. To the thing that brought me all the good things in my life. To the power that moves me when I'm feeling part of the ocean. For, in those moments...I was renewed somehow. And, I KNEW it. I could feel it. And, oh that is why I love the ocean. It's ever-changing, ever waxing and waning. And, calm. God knew I needed it.
And, so here I am at work. Surrounded by wackos. (God bless them) and I can't help but wish my toes were in that water, that my hair was sandy and knotty from the breeze. How fortunate I am to have such a fresh memory in my mind of such a special time.
I'm telling you. When you find someone who loves you...who REALLY TRULY loves you...it takes you a LONG time to really understand that they do. And, the same person who made that ocean for me to enjoy, who made me powerless to it's calming effects, the same power that renews me when I am there....that same power brought Jay to me. Brought me to him. And, I've never NEVER felt so complete. So whole. So satisfied.
I felt compelled to write. I felt compelled to journal. To make run-on sentences straight from my soul. If I am ever diagnosed with some sad illness, some life-wrenching, tortuous diagnosis, it is @ the beach that I will long to be, with my toes in the sand, my boys, and the love of my life. ...because he renews me like the ocean. Each wave, strength.
Be inspired, be loved.
~Kimmie