Strong overtones of incense fill the air, as I climb the stairs leading to our bedroom. I inhale and simultaneously close my eyes while fresh images of the two of us unfold. Remnants of a jazz melody plays loudly as I pass through our room; the iridescent comforter lays crumpled atop cotton sheets. My mind switches to the bath tub. Candles are put out now and there are no more bubbles floating softly on water. Something catches my eye, so I lean closer to focus on glittery gold stars on the bottom of the tub. A clue left behind for young minds to ponder.
We locked our bedroom door last night and for a spell, I completely forgot we even had the three of them who were soundly asleep in their beds. We both laughed at the thought of that. Yet upon remembering our children — our family— a deeper connection was made.
Spontaneity has been our friend in this marriage. Our rendevous was romantic and totally unplanned. There are no places or times that are off limits to us and this we’ve learned more so since having the kids. So in a way they help us. If not simply by supplying enough stress and tension that only the two of us can understand and then have cause to passionately coax away.
It had totally been a tough week. But not a rotten one. We’d both logged too many work hours without all the work getting done. Nobody cuts you any slack, especially not our three tenants. We have to work around all the craziness of the world to find each other and reconnect in our own sanctuary. It is very necessary. Totally inevitable. Completely satisfying. Angelical bliss.
The helter-skelter, the chaos…the mayhem, if you will, that is our life is not brought to an end by a fiery Friday night. For he is gone. Studying. And I should be cleaning the house and washing the kids hair today. And of course I will. Outside time is mandatory on a day so beautiful, no question about it. Though I still have pending business to handle and an article to write. But as I go about all I’m to do, I secretly long for him. One night is not and could never be enough time to spend with my soul mate. I’m speaking of the one God sent to me, stuck me with and made it so I couldn’t leave although I may have tried to once or twice ;). And well, if you haven’t found yours yet. Wait. God is kind.
Now I see us under a gazebo in Hawaii. Aqua green ocean in the background; the scent of seawater in our noses. Cool, gritty sand oozes between our toes as some unknown minster presides. The wind gently blows the flowers in my hair. He’s as handsome as ever in an all white tux, with a smooth matching hat cocked to the side. We say I do and smile. I pull his tie as he dips me in a heavenly kiss…renewing our vows.