There is something about riding on the back of a motorcycle that makes me feel like life is a gift. I spent a wonderful weekend in Connecticut with Chief, Little Man, and my mom. I arrived on Saturday afternoon. Keep in mind, we are in October. In Connecticut, October is like a January in Texas....with an exception of this weekend. The Chief said he made a few phone calls, and made arrangement for the weather to be perfect for me. I think it was 90 degrees all weekend. It was a record high for Connecticut. Mom always says, “God will only give you, what he knows you can handle.” I think God knew if I spent the weekend with 20 degree weather, that I may have flown back to Texas and never returned. I have prayed hard that God will change my heart and make Connecticut feel like home.
So I arrived on Saturday and we enjoyed an agreeable dinner, then we went home to relax. I, of course, got to cuddle on the couch with Chief (one of the things I have missed the most). Sunday, we woke up, and Mom told me to go and enjoy a day with Chief. So we did just that; leaving Little Man behind with Mom. We took the motorcycle to Newport (an island in Rhode Island). Instead of taking the highway, we took the scenic route. I closed my eyes and let the sun pour down on my bare shoulders and legs. I couldn’t have felt better at that moment. Having my legs pressed up against Chief’s, with the warmth of the sun, and the breeze of the ocean on my face....it was a wonderful moment that I wish I could have frozen. Here is the bridge we went over, and under it a view from the bridge:
Connecticut is beautiful. As much as I love the busyness of Frisco, Texas, the state I live in is breathtakingly beautiful. The leaves are starting to turn with a mixture of brown, orange, and yellow. There is no way a famous painter could capture God’s handiwork. Here are fall pictures of the state I live in...
Once we got there, we parked and walked up and down the main strip of this quaint little town. We stopped for lunch and of course received horrendous service, but it couldn’t ruin an amazing day. We sauntered hand in hand, and just enjoyed each other. I felt like we were newlyweds! I love the Chief with every inch of my being. When I am with him, I want to touch him. His presence gives me an instant feeling of safety and love. His voice calms me, and I hang on to his every word. I pray that I never lose this feeling when I am with him. I see couples all the time, and I feel like they don’t have what we have. I see the way women act with their spouses, and I feel lucky Chief and I are on a different level. I feel as though I have known him my whole life. I know God meant for us to be together. He made Chief for me, and he made me for Chief. Of course our marriage isn’t that of a fairy tale. We fight about the same things any other couple fights about...kids, money, and in-laws. Despite our fights, we still end up in the same room each night, with our arms wrapped around each other, falling asleep to the rhythm of the others breathing. Upchuck if you want, but this is how I feel.
Ending a spectacular day, we hopped back on the motorcycle, and took off for the house. In Texas, a motorcycle ride is fun, but by no means does it take your breath away; I don’t care how beautiful the day is. In Connecticut, if you close your eyes for even a moment, you are missing out. The smell of the ocean is better than any smell you can ever take in. With its aroma of salt, fish, and freshness, it makes you want to live IN it. Sailboats making their way away from the coast and into the deep blue, leaving behind a current of short waves.... miniature islands with trees coating them... houses stacked against the edge of the water with their own private beaches... sand that sparkles as if there are miniscule pieces of gold tossed in... trees with radiant colors, bursting from every empty hole, towering over the houses in a protective manner.... and the hills, that bring the whole site together and forces the life in your face... THAT is something I can’t get in Texas.
The day was magical. Then it was over. The short trip, also over. That quick. For the first time, I was sad leaving Connecticut. I am still not ready to call it “home,” but at least I have a start.
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