Monday, August 10, 2015

The Truth About My Honeymoon

I have a serious aversion to swim suits. Not on other people, mind you, just when it comes to me. As in, I have worn my swim suit exactly two times in the last 14 years. I wish I could tell you it's because I am a card carrying ambassador for skin health, but we both know I'd be lying. It's just one of those things I have avoided as often as possible. So much so, I even picked Scotland as our honeymoon destination because I knew I wouldn't have to even think about getting or wearing a suit. That is some serious commitment to a very particular kind of crazy. Just saying, my husband is a saint.


But one of the many bonuses of growing older is you begin to look at life a bit differently. You begin to rethink old conclusions you've made in your youth. And maybe, if you are lucky, these thoughts come to you while you are at the shore. Maybe it's while you are sitting in the shade of an umbrella watching everyone you love play in the ocean.


After relaxing there a bit, I started thinking about Erma Bombeck.  Even as a teenager, she was one of my favorite authors. There was something so witty and honest about what she had to say. I remember a particular piece she wrote that now resonates with me on a completely different level. It was from her book,  Eat Less Cottage Cheese and More Ice Cream: Thoughts on Life from Erma Bombeck.  It went like this:

          Someone asked me the other day if I had my life to live over would I change anything.
          My answer was no, but then I thought about it and changed my mind.

          There would have been more I love yous ... more I'm sorrys ... more I'm listenings ... but mostly, given another shot at           life, I would seize every minute of it ... look at it and really see it ... try it on ... live it ... exhaust it ... and never give                   that minute back until there was nothing left of it.”


I was thinking about that passage and looking out over the water when I had my "aha" moment.



See that woman in the middle of the shot?  The one with the darling hat from Target that she swears won't fit me? That is my sister, Christi, with her youngest boy. Just look at her. You know what she's doing? She is seizing every minute of her life. Her boy is beside her, watching her stride into that ocean like she owns it.  As my Baptist friend, Cissy, would say, in that moment, I was convicted.



No more sitting under the umbrella for me. I went out there and played in the ocean. I sat in the wet sand with my BFF. I dodged my red headed kiddo as he flew over the surf on his boogie board.  And my upper thighs saw the light of day for the first time since Y2K. 

But I do feel like I have to come clean about something. I was kinda stretching the truth when I told you I didn't wear a swimsuit on my honeymoon- I actually did. Here's a picture to prove it.







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