In honor of the tenth anniversary of Red Tent Living, we are featuring a monthly legacy post written by one of our regular contributors from the past decade. Robyn Whitaker began writing regularly for Red Tent Living in 2014, and this post originally appeared in September 2014.
My husband walked along the rocky shore line with boy-like wonder, laughing as he slipped and wearing a huge grin.
I walked behind, convinced that blood would be the end of this adventure. Careful with each step, I kept an eye on our ever-fading entry point. We explored several tide pools together. I lingered at one, unable to give up my hunt for the elusive starfish–a discovery that would certainly make my day. Bob stood hovering, his feet shifting back and forth. Then, as if something called his name, he purposefully left my side. Absorbed in my search, when I looked up, he was several yards away.
No comments:
Post a Comment