So this week, I went to the beach for the first time since marrying a sailor. (Well, for the first time without him with me.) We went to go watch for his submarine to come in from sea. I could so get lost just looking out at the water. It was a very surreal experience, and one I could see myself getting hooked on. In a dream world, I'd love to have a house on the beach, where I could watch the waves each day. Wondering just where in the blue horizon he was. This notion made my husband giggle because 1) I can not swim and wouldn't want to go to far into the water. and 2) Because of my ear, I'm pretty sure I'd be a lovely sea sickness patient.
But you know what I came to realize is very true this week? I have a connection to the sea, the water and the waves. That salty water smell, the sound of the waves crashing, the slight dampness in the air. All of them remind me of my husband. I felt so at comfort and peace on that beach. Part of that was probably the fact I knew I'd see him in a short time, but the other was just that it felt right to be there.