Stacey walked into the kitchen and kissed her precious son good morning.  She spoke with Kelly, Joshs nanny about the day she had planned for him.  Scooping her son up in her arms she hugged him dearly and kissed him before returning him to his highchair.

Opening the French doors brought with it, the smell of the ocean and the sounds of waves crashing in and out nearby. Her blue eyes softened as she took in the beautiful water ahead of her.  Stepping down from their home’s wooden deck onto the sand.   She began to truly appreciate her home once more after another lengthy night.  The ocean calmed her aching muscles from having stood so long during surgery.   

Walking down the path that led to the beach, she could now see her lover who sat on the beach atop her favorite emerald green blanket. Her smile broadened. She pulled the blanket around her body with a sudden gust of air. Her head tilted slightly, sending her hair spilling over her shoulder while taking in the beauty of her wife.

The muscular Irish woman sat leaning back against a rock. The black-ribbed turtleneck didn’t do much to shield her from the chill in the air, but it did not seem to bother Whit at all. Her blonde hair had grown out since the accident and the wind had caused a few stray strands to float along the currents of the wind. Whit loved her new surfer style hair cut that Shane her done since returning from the hospital. 

A book lay on the blanket just within reach. Stacey didn’t need to bother guessing which book it was. She knew. The book had been read and reread so much that she could open the book and it would automatically fall open to her wife’s favorite poem. By now, she knew that she could quote the poem line for line needing no other reason than to make Whit smile.

Once

When I was younger I climbed to the top of a large mountain and it was magnificent.  I felt as though I was on top of the earth and everything looked so beautiful and full of life.  As if my eyes had just been opened to a new world.  It was a magic I cannot adequately describe, but it is similar to the way I feel with you.