. . . . . the sun rises slowly, and cracks its light just above the watered horizon. the twilight of the night slowly fades into the mixture of orange, pink, soft purple, a new days dawn. the crescent of the moon, the twinkle of a nearby star. i wake way before the alarm was set to go off. i let you and the baby sleep, as i quietly throw on a shirt and shorts and head out to the beach side patio to clear my mind; finding a peace that can only be found on the beach. the sky is God’s canvas, and every morning is a different painting. everyday different from the day before. the lighting, the clouds and the point where the sun rises from. and i wanted to see it all in action. i kick off my sandals and head for the sands. the smell of the saltwater calms, the sounds of the wave crashing ashore erases my thoughts of work and the quietness of the beach before the circus come rushing in, frees me. the waves that crash ashore quickly rush up past to where my feet make prints . my footsteps slowly sinking into the wetted sands, the gentle breeze of the sea makes landfall, and the bent grass rustles. i walk with my thoughts up and down the shore. each minute that passes becomes brighter. welcome today. as i head back, i see that you have awaken, and are waiting for me up on the patio. she is my lighthouse, and i am the lost ship without her. good morning hug, i love you kiss. we sit on the swinging bench and sip on our coffees, watching the seagulls squawk and circle the waters, searching for their breakfast. a carefree morning of relaxing and talking takes a break when our little one awakes and cries for us to come pick him up. i set my mug on the textured glass table top, i start making my airplane noises and raise him up into the air, filling the air with his baby laugh. beach side memories. swim suits, sunscreen and the baby’s beach hat; a family, the beach and the summer sun, the day ahead. the circus slowly filters on the tan sands of the coast. just by walking off out patio, we have beat the crowd. the crashing of the waves, and the rushing of the waters up on shore becomes closer and closer. there you lay on the beach blanket, the sun soaking your skin, early afternoon tan. you catch me looking at you and you push down your sunglasses, giving me a returned look and smile. i take our son into the water to introduce him to the liquid surface. a look of wonder, a look of confusion soon disappears with a laugh and a smile. splashing his arms in and out of the waters, i hold him tight. i laugh and playfully spin him around, up and down, and he accidentally chokes on some water. catching his breath, he lets out a cry, and you come rushing up to see if he’s ok. once he calms, we walk a while up the shore and head towards the beach side restaurant, catching a break from the mid days heat. a bite to eat, and we return to our sandy beds of cartoon and sport team towels. he had fallen asleep in your arms and i quickly take a picture. i adjust the beach umbrella to block out the sun from your eyes. after another hour of splashing in the ocean and bathing in the sun, we head back indoors. there we all crash on the soft couch, im holding you while you hold the baby, and you quickly doze off. i quietly turn on the game and i soon follow suit to taking a nap. baby gets restless after his hour nap and lets out his hunger cry. waking, we get up. as you go to feed him, i walk to get something to drink in time to watch the seventh inning stretch. as you and the baby finish, we head upstairs to get ready for the night out. the baby plays inside the crib and we start our showers. i get in first and wash off the sand grit and sea salt, wash my hair and dry my self off. quickly you do the same and i greet you with your towel. the bathroom full of steam, quickly the passion is met. your smile can say a thousand words, and my thousand words can make you smile. we dress and bathe the little one and set off for the night. dinner out, a tourist trap souvenir shoppe full of gaudy trinkets, shirts and stickers saying that we were here. dinner of fresh fish by the seaside sunset, and by time the drive home ended, baby was fast asleep, and ready for the next day. we lay him in his crib, and we stand and watch him sleep. something so perfect, peacefully sleeping, dreaming of who knows what, was just there making us smile and standing there in awe. retreating to our bed, i fall in love with you all over again. if i could only tell her, show her, what she means to me. if i could, it wouldn’t even begin the task. the sun kiss’d skin, the way her hair sits upon her shoulders. her eyes and all that makes her, her. i needed her. she is my lighthouse, and i am the lost ship without her. slowly as the night crept in, the moon that drifted away, crept back into the night time painting and sparkled its image onto the water’s surface. one by one, the stars come out to play. still, the waves crashing ashore fills the sleepy air. and off in the distance, the light house shines. under the covers we hold each other close. gently the ceiling fan circulates the scent of sea salt air, and cools the room. the sun rises slowly, and cracks its light just above the watered horizon. the twilight of the night slowly fades into the mixture of orange, pink, soft purple, a new days dawn. the crescent of the moon, the twinkle of a nearby star. i wake before way before the alarm was set to go off. i let you and the baby sleep . . . . . . . . . .
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