We escaped this past weekend to a beach house on the Outer Banks. We were invited by family who was renting this temporary paradise.
My wife over-planned, over-packed and over-stressed. She is very organized. Me…not so much.
14 hours on the road, we arrived. It felt like we had to turn around again to go home. We tried to squeeze a lot out of the two and a half days that remained.
A couple three-finger pours of my favorite whiskey and I sat outside under the cooler Northern air and under a full moon. Jupiter glowed brightly as it peeled over the moon’s shoulder.
I could hear the Atlantic Ocean just over the tall sandy berms crashing onto the beach in slow methodically waves.
I made an empty promise to get up each morning to watch the sunrise. I chose sleep over it each time.
I did catch one sunset, which is my normal routine out the back of my regular home.
It was good to finally be with family since COVID hit. It was long overdue. Everyone was older, grayer, and tired looking.
I met my latest great-nephew. The family secret that he has a different father. No one says it out loud. Even though he is only 5, he is probably feeling a little out of place.
But…I have to hand it to his unofficial step-dad. I think he knows, but doesn’t care. He is a great father. Especially given his rough start in life. His wife is currently carrying his actual child. The stark difference between him and his older brother will be…noticeable.
And then I remember how my own father married a widow with 4 children. This is almost the same thing. A man chooses to be a father to those who are not of his blood. Same with adoption, same with…being a human first and not a judge of character.
I always think back to one of the few Bible verses I actually remember: “…he who is without sin, cast the first stone.”
This world would be so less angry, so less judgmental if we all stayed in our own lanes and respected each others decisions.
Now granted….that’s only if our choices didn’t impact others in a huge and life-changing way.
My great-nephews genetic code is none of my business. None.
As I started writing this latest post, I didn’t plan of going off on this particular tangent.
The whole point of this trip was to escape the world. To be with family. In-laws aren’t blood relations. But we love them just the same.
That’s the theory. In a perfect world.
We all gathered around the table, we played games, swam in the pool, soaked in the hot tub. We walked the beach.
As night fell, I drank to unwind, to forget, to feel…nothing. My father and mother in law have less days ahead than behind. I fear that day we have to get together to say goodbye to them forever.
Doesn’t sound like a relaxing getaway, does it?
I thank God for the extra days I took off at home. This is my fortress of solitude.
I drag out the night as long as possible. Holding onto the hours until sleep pulls me to bed.
My dreams have been…tiring. Complicated. With a little bit of conflict thrown in here and there.
Maybe I will dry myself out a little more. Maybe I will get some more exercise.
Maybe.