Like I said about life . . . it’s pretty good.
Feb 17th, 2011 by Linda
We just spent a week in Cozumel, Mexico. He went scuba diving. I stayed on the beach. He prepared me, before he asked me to marry him, that once I moved to Ohio, I wouldn’t see the sun very much all winter long. But he also promised me that every February he would take me to Cozumel. And he did. And it was wonderful. And I think I loved capturing this photo of us perhaps even more than I enjoyed the sunset itself. Because I knew it would make me smile every time I looked at it. And it does.
I didn’t go into the water at all. I’m not terribly fond of being in the water. In fact, it scares me. So, like I said, I stayed on the beach. Except for one day. For fifteen minutes, I found out what it feels like to be a kite. Yep. I went parasailing. I stood on the very edge of the boat, connected to a parachute, and then they let me go, and up, up, up I went. Or rather, up, up, up we went. There were two of us connected to that parachute. Sara. She is my new daughter-in-law because I married her father-in-law. So Sara and I went up like a kite. We were both connected to the same parachute. And we loved that moment, going up. I will always remember her words, because they felt like they should have been my words. “I want to live up here!” And we went higher and higher until the boat seemed like a tiny toy boat. And we looked down at the water below us as our legs dangled free in the air. I had thought it would be a very windy experience. But no. It was so calm and peaceful. This photo was taken from the dock, and we are so tiny in it you cannot tell who it is. But we know. And for fifteen minutes we lived up there, like a kite.
