I'm standing on the bluff. The beautifully crisp ocean air whips through our hair out here. I remember when you were standing here. The early morning sun was just rising, And you were standing just about where I'm standing now. You're luscious hair, That amber gold color matching the morning light so cleanly. I was looking through the kitchen window of our "little shack" as you called it.
I spin around.
Yup, It's still here. Our little cabin. Still has those sun bleached blue shutters, with lady bug curtains. As I walk closer I can almost here your voice telling me,
"Take off your swimsuit babe, I don't want you dripping all over this floor of ours."
I stop in the front doorway and put my hand over where we notched our initials into the frame. We were so young, heavens above this heart looks a bit crude in the old wood.
You would love it. The wood's taken a bit of a lighter color now. I chuckle a little as I let my forehead hit my hand and lean upon the frame.
"You always did complain that the wood was a little dark".
I say as if you'd answer.
A few steps in and I'm at our little circle breakfast table. Yep, There's the good old bumble bee table cloth, And stitched pattern chairs. Home made cushions. Not one of your best, But **** was it comfortable. I get up and walk to the hall way.
"Remember when the kids would come running down this very hall way, Just to see the geese outside my love?"
As I walk down the hallway I brush my hand along the wall. Right where the wall paper cracked, Yep. Still there. The little drawings the kids did, to fill in the space.
"It's their artwork, we could never get rid of it. Heh, But the wallpaper still needs a changing."
I let out a little smile with that one.
My knees creak and pop as I take the stairs. Thank god this is only a two floored house.
The two kids rooms, and ours. I remember standing here and looking out at the ocean with you.
" Remember that big storm where we watched the waves out of our window? Every wave that hit, your little nose scrunched up. Oh, I loved it."
As I layed down on the bed, our bed, I swear I could feel you next to me.
"Oh, babe, Remember how I had pneumonia? And I layed right here? Well I'm sicker now. The docter who brought me here said it won't be too long. I think I'll rest here a while."
And that was the last thing I said.
Remember dear?
"Oh, I remember" she says. "I've heard you say this story a hundred times. And at least here in heaven, There's no loud waves or birds, So I could listen to this story perfectly, Another hundred times."