On our honeymoon we were going to go para sailing. MQD was excited. So was I. It was a very honeymoon thing to do. I had a picture in my head, of the day, of us, holding hands high above a beautiful beach and crystal blue water. The sun on our faces, smiling.
Only it was windy that day. And they canceled our excursion. There was a temptation to try and “do” something else. Something special. We strolled around Nassau, hand in hand. Looking for something “to do.” We went in and out of a few shops, we thought about buying a watch. And we laughed about how this was “the worst day ever.” And that our honeymoon was the pits. We bought a Christmas ornament that says “Nassau” for Emily.
The dates that MQD and I plan have a way of not working out. We have abandoned more concerts halfway through, or not gone at all, choosing instead to stay at dinner an hour or two longer, just talking. He likes me. And I like him. It’s easy to have fun when you’re with your best friend. I hope I look at him just like this for many, many years to come.