Dec '24 (edited) • Family
Adam’s learning too
Life can be so weird.
It’s 2:28pm. Saturday the 14th of December, 2024.
We are celebrating our 23rd at the Hyatt Regency, on Clearwater Beach. Nikki arranged it and surprised me. Very nice.
23 years, not counting divorce time.
I’ve already written some so I’ll just mention this thing I just noticed.
I came to the eighth floor deck with pool and cantina (bar). Noticing the glass a concrete wall as the edge of the roof, I headed over.
I’m sitting at a table next to it now, with my shoes off and feet up on a chair.
I was just leaning over the rail on my elbows, looking at the street below, the breaking shoreline and all the northerners running around wet and near naked. Brrr.
I’m in my puffer jacket and at 72 and sunny, I’m happy about it.
I think, “man, it’d be nice if Nik was here seeing this, being here at the pool bar. But she’s sleeping. Wait, this was the scene on our honeymoon, 23 years ago. She was in the room. Sleeping. I went to the beach.”
She took a nap and I went to the beach side tiki bar.
I drank until I threw up between my own legs, straight onto the tiled floor below. The splattering of chair legs in the area took it to another level.
I distinctly remember the sixty-ish sharp looking couple in their polo shirts and Tommy Bahama khakis sort of peering over at me.
With all the splashing and such, I don’t blame them for wiggling their butts, in attempt to scoot their chairs over without being rude by getting up entirely.
That was the story I started telling myself as tried to glance at them to my right, but my head was bobbing for apples between my knees, beneath the bar ledge. It was rough.
I had been supremely enjoying the Mexican beach views right up to that point.
When Nik eventually came down, she found me in recovery mode, sitting there quite humbly.
Now, I wonder if she’s gonna join me here. I’d bet not. Wouldn’t be surprised if she did.
I wonder is she’d bet on me having a drink down here. Wouldn’t be surprised if she did.
This time, she’d be wrong.
We have dinner reservations at 5:30 pm at Deluka’s.
We have Seinfeld doing new material for his show at Ruth Eckerd Hall, at 8 pm.
This weekend has been prayed over.
It’s to God’s glory that we are here 23 years after that Puerto Vallarta incident.
I trust, even now with only hours left in this trip (not days) that absolutely incredible connection can happen.
I prayed for it. For us. All week.
I’m not going to let our enemy derail this precious time, as far as can I control it, which is my attitude and actions, namely my energy toward her.
She doesn’t want a bad or boring time. Who would?
If she wants to sleep, she sleeps and I protect that.
I have messed up many a night out, whether while getting ready at home with her, driving to the place (close call this time;), while on the date, on the way home, in the bedroom after and even as we were, well, you know.
As in, I’d get sensitive and say something stupid and 💥 that’s it. Balloon popped. That sensitive lashing out we sometimes do hurts everything from our careers to our kids to our marriages.
None of that anymore if I can help it.
So, I’ll be down by the beach, this time dry.
Isn’t that what experience is for? To make next time better, every time?
To God be the glory for these moves of his Spirit, especially in the moments we need it most.
🙌🏽
Become the man you know you are.
How do you want to see yourself after the battle?
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Clearwater Beach, FL
My feet
December 2024
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