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Yep, Wii Bowled

And I may have even kicked his ass (twice). But I’m about to reveal two things you didn’t know about my husband.

One: (and this is embarrassing to both of us): He knows all the words to Grease: Two, as I found out last night when wii we’re bowling.

Two: The man is a poet. Seriously. What follows is a transcript of what he contributed to a work-related project. When I listened to it, I teared up. It’s all true, and it touches me in a way that nothing ever has:

I’m sure everyone has a favorite place in the world; a spot where everything feels just right. For me, it’s a quaint beach house on a small out island in the Bahamas. It’s one of those untouched beaches from old novels where days pass without interruption. From an old rope hammock, you can look out on the majesty of a lapis blue ocean reconnecting with the powdered beach. A walk along the beach brings a sensation of warm sand and cool water to your toes.
From this spot, I’ve woken to the miracle of the sun touching the water, as if for the first time. I’ve fallen asleep to the warm wind and the whisper of the water upon the shore. It’s a spot not far from where I proposed to my wife, as the sun painted an amazing sunset.

A 30 minute walk along the shore brings you to a tiny beach-front bar, where they’ve never met a stranger, because everyone’s a friend. Guests wading in from their boats are treated to the local “Firewater Punch”. The menu is short, but you can’t leave hungry. The scent of coconut oil mixes with the sea air; a smell I recognize instantly.

It’s a timeless place, where minutes easily pass into hours, and the laughs outnumber the stars. I don’t get there often enough, but I can still smell the sea when I hear Kenny Chesney’s “Somewhere In The Sun”.

The first notes of the acoustic guitar over the sound of gentle waves call me back, and the toast of a land-locked dreamer is a soulful salute to those blue waters. “Here’s a toast to you on the coast and the sailors out at sea; drink your ales, hoist your sails, ride the wind, and think of me. ”
Chesney’s right. It wouldn’t take much for me to up and run to another life somewhere in the sun.

See? The man hit it on the head. Our most special place is indeed a tiny island. For me, our life together started there. And I get tears in my eyes when he talks about it. He is the only person on this earth that gets how special that is to me.

2 Responses to “Yep, Wii Bowled”

  1. Kevin Donahue Says:

    I do alright ever now and then. 😉

  2. Camille Says:

    I love that tiny little island too. It is an amazing place that I think has changed all of us.

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