On my 25th birthday, I gave myself the gift of a sunrise.
I took my journal and a camera to the shore and sat on the rocks. It’s a glorious way to spend a morning.
Around these parts, the sun rises at about 5:00 am in late June. That hurts. But it pretty much guarantees that you are the only one there to see it…other than a stray fisherman or two and they don’t bother anybody.
It was such a fantastic experience that I have gone back almost every birthday since. Sometimes it’s too cloudy to see the sunrise, but it doesn’t matter. It’s one day out of the year when I can remember that I have a soul.
But I digress.
Saturday was our first wedding anniversary. Call me crazy, but I sort of had my heart set on spending it with my husband. The military had other ideas. That hurt, too.
Still, I needed to make it special.
A sunrise was out. That’s mine.
But hiking…hiking is ours. We met hiking. He proposed to me on a hike. We had a hiking-themed reception. Hiking was something I could do to feel connected to him.
So I took our dog and a camera and climbed a nearby hill. Despite it being early March, the weather obliged.
Do not adjust your set. The topsy-turvy horizon is due to the fact that I was juggling a leash, a camera and a dog treat. No earthquakes were used in the making of this blog.
It was a glorious way to spend a morning.
Albeit a wet and muddy one.
Note to self: next time, bring a towel. Or a bathtub. Or maybe a pressure washer.