Reflections

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First, I must unequivocally write that I love my wife with all my heart.

I told her that as we sat in the room this past week, a fire in the fireplace, wine in our glasses, watching the Pacific Ocean waves roll over the breakwater, assaulting the jagged cliffs, crashing and cascading over the rocks, spume blown high by the rough winds as the sun began to set.

This was a celebration of our first anniversary together. I told her two very necessary things: I wish I’d met her earlier in life — (what an adventure we could have had to this point!) and that the best thing I’d ever done in my life was to marry her and commit to her.

The past week seemed simply to fly in a literal rush. I’ve noticed this to be so true: the older you get, the swifter Life appears to thrust precious moments by your face. We try to savor and open ourselves to each an every experience but, upon reflection, those memories are more fleeting with every year. Such is the nature of aging.

We drove back to my cabin last night with some additional passengers (that story being saved for another post!) and, after the requisite unpacking and laundry, my wife had to drive down the hill for her own home in the valley today. Even before she left, I missed her.

Life is fleeting and it but so precious. She asked me earlier in the relationship: why so many photographs when we go on a trip? I replied then and now: memories. When I no longer may have my internal images, I will have these external images to help me smile. And recall. My cabin is festooned with photographs of trips with my elderly father, my older brothers, and a myriad number of images of my wife. Because that is how I want it to be.

It had snowed some more while we were gone, and we heard the plow truck making its rounds very early this morning. I got up once last night: the thermometer read 25-degrees. Today, Saturday, never became bright; the precipitation alternated between fine mist and slanting rain. Even as I write this post gazing out the second floor window, I can see the rain transitioning to puffs of snow. Even in the most recent few minutes, these puffs have gotten fluffier and thicker. No mistake: the snow is falling, much heavier now.

Some images from my trip to the Fornicalia coast on my first anniversary:

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11 thoughts on “Reflections”

  2. Good for you BZ, Love, there’s nothing like it. May you and you wife enjoy so many more great times together, you deserve it.

    I know for a fact that when I go to my grave I will be smiling, knowing that I lived the life I wanted.

    Glad your home safe.

  4. Rivka: it is what it is; things are what they are. Thank you so kindly for visiting when you do!

    Ranando: there can be nothing like it in the world! One does what one can when one can. If you have the ability to jet one’s honey off to exotic locales, then do so! I myself do not have that common option; I do what I can in my own limted world!

    3S10: thank you so kindly for your input, and the time you take to make such input, sir!

  5. BZ,

    Jetting one off to exotic locations is not the answer. Spending a week-end with your wife at your favorie location is the answer. That’s what it is all about.

  6. BZ-
    It makes me so happy that you are happy in your life. No more wondering about my first love. He is successful, loved by the one he loves with all his heart and cared for as he ages.
    dk

  8. Beautiful pics BZ. I’m glad that you had a great time, and that you’re (both) home safe. Sounds like you have a wonderful appreciation for your wife, just as I do mine.

  9. Great images BZ .. makes me want to redirect this years vacation to that area, which is on our hit list, just not this year. Congrats’ to you and your wife. It’s so good to hear about it when it works….

  10. Congratulations. There is nothing better than finding a mate you love, and when that love is reciprocated, you really have something to live for.

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