I step in to the water and a shiver goes up my spine. This is my cool, calm, collective alone time. I walked farther out into the water until only my neck stood out in the water. I swim closer to the shorline so the current can't swish me away. This is my "me" time, it's just me and the waves. I get about waist deep and then I go under the water. I feel covered and washed. As the water covers me, I feel at peace once again. I come up out of the water and suddenly realize I am still wearing my top layer of clothes over my suit. I take off me shirt and the pants soon follow.
As I walk them to the car, I notice a young man a little ways down the beach from me with a surfboard like mine. I smile a little inside, but then I remember that this is my "me" time. This is my time to get me thoughts back together.
As I step back onto the sand with my sufboard in my hands, I run to the waterline. I stand there for a second, then with my eyes closed and a shout I run into the water and paddle on me board all the way out. I wait for a good wave, and then when one comes along, I will ride it all the way back. I catch the biggest wave, and I ride it all the way back to the shore. I repeat this process until I feel my energy is spent. Three hours of hard surfing, I was ready to sit and write.
When I got off my board, I noticed that young man had been watching my every ride, but I didn't care. Once all my energy was spent, I deposited my board inot my car and brought out a notebook and acoustic guitar. I walked close to the water and set out my notebook and guitar on my towel and went back to get my icechest and shade umbrella.
I got everything set up and began to strum on the guitar. I played a few simple chords and began to sing a song to Jesus. I started to feel a bit better. I was relaxing and feeling the stress go away with each strum. I opened my eyes and started praising God for the beach, and then I noticed that the young man was watching me, but I no longer cared about that.
After thirty minutes of playing, I got out me pen and began to write in the notebook. Ten minutes passed and I set the book down and picked up the guitar and started strumming again. Soon, the poem I had just written became a full fledged song, and twenty minutes later, two more followed.
The young man on the beach had moved closer, but not too close, but close enough that he could hear me. He sat on a towel with his board propped up nearby. He was sitting there the entire hour, just watching me write and play. I finally decided to see what he wanted.
The man had shaggy bonde hair, tanned skin, and a smile that would make any woman trip on air. He just sat there, watching me, smiling at me, he looked like he was anazying my every move. I wanted to know what he was up to so I got up to invite him to sit with me.
I got a bottle of fwater out of my icechest and walked it over to him, and invited him to come and sit in the shade with me. he smiled such a bright smile, and it grew with every step towards him that I made. When I got over to him, he jumped up real quick, he was tall, very tall.
"You have been watching me for quite some time now, four hours to be exact, come sit with me in the shade. My name is Jenna. Don't think I am crazy, this is just my time to get back to who I am. Surfing until I am tired and then strumming and writing to relase the mental stress." I said as he took the water bottle and giggled at me.
He said he would join me in just a second. I watched him put his board away and then move his var closer to mine. When he returned, he had a little book like mine.
"Thank you for the water. My name is Ryan, I was watching you because I have never seen a woman behave like you before. Getting in the ocean fully clothed, surf hard, and then write and play guitar with a passion and NEVER lost your cool," he said, and then I caught him looking at my book and guitar.
I smiled at him and then handed him my book. "I ain't amazing, but I have a way with words. I always have. You can look if you want." I just watched him as he read through some of my work. I saw something flash accross his face, understanding, amazement, astonishment. He turned to the saddest song and then asked me to sing it. I tried to get out of it, but his dimpled smile made me want to sing it for him.
"You tore my heart, ripped it in two, I'll never love like that again, now that we are through. My heart is unfixable, it's broken, because of you." A small tear rolled down my cheek as I opened my eyes to see Ryan's face full of emotion's that I have never seen on a man before. He asked me the story behind the song so I told him. he just looked at me for a minute and then he replied, "Just because he broke your heart, you shouldn't let others help fix it. You will find the right person that can put you back together. I understand parts of that song, but I don't shut the world out, I let people in to help me."
I smiled at him, then told him I wanted to see his notebook. "It's only fair, you got to see my work and hear me sing for over an hour, can I see yours?" He handed me his book and then asked to see me guitar. I handed it to him gladly. He started strumming a little bit and then he closed his eyes and began to sing: "...and somewhere, she's out there, the other half of me, the on who will make me happy. The one girl, to be my whole world, I'll search for her, I'll search for her. I'll show her what she's worth, she's out there, somewhere." I read along with the lyrics and I smiled. he handed me back my guitar and asked me what it's name was.
"Lauren, my guitar's name is Lauren. She has been me best friend for 8 years, and she will be that for many years to come!"
He smiled at that and then he replied. "Ashly, my best friends name is Ashly, she is a grey acoustic. I have had her for 12 years. I depend on her daily." Then he brought her out. He and I sat there under my umbrella with our guitars. Ashly was an ashy greyish-brown color and Lauren was red like my hair.
Ryan handed Ashly to me and asked me to sing my song again. "Play a little slower, but harder, and put more stress on the chorus and emphasize the tag. Listen to the difference." I did as he asked me, I felt the difference with the first verses. Ryan stopped me in the middle of my song by grabbing my hand. "Stop! The song is so good, but it is so sad. Ashly is tuned to be sad and blusey, but your song and voice doesn't need the help. Please, don't play it anymore."
I smiled and nodded and handed him back his guitar. A few seconds later, he started to play a familiar song, so I picked up Lauren and started to strum along. We sat there for four more hours playing and dinging with each other. It felt so cool to play with someone and still be me. After a while though, I felt so spent that I had to put my guitar away. Ryan smiled and kept strumming on his guitar as I walked Lauren and my pad and pen back to the car.
Three hours of surfing and five hours of writing and playing, I was ready to just lay there and enjoy the sound of the surf and to think. I got on my belly and relaxed. Ryan followed my lead and layed next to me and we talked for 4 hours straight. We got to know each other, learned little things about each other, and we were just who we were.
Ryan went to put Ashly and his book away and I decided to check my phone. "Good Grief! 37 new Texts! Don't people know how to leave me alone when I am on vacation?!" I said. Ryan chuckled and then asked if everything was okay. I nodded, "Twitter, Facebook, Pokes, and 'R U OK?'"
Ryan chuckled once more and then he asked me if I was comming back out anymore.
"For the next 6 days. Just me and the waves! I took a week off from my life. I need a little time to myself you know, time for me to just be me again." I said with a smile.
Ryan nodded with a dimpled grin. "I will be out here every morning, noon, and night. I need a break from my own life too. It gets pretty crazy too."
Six days passed the same exact way. Surf, writing, playing with Ryan, talking, surfing more, and then the leaving. On the last day, Ryan gave me his phone number. "Call me. I have really enjoyed this week. I never in my life met anyone like you. I really hope we can hang out some time away from the beach. Just call me when
you have some time. Okay?" He said.
I smiled at him and then I hugged him. Two days passed before I had a minute to call him. Every Friday evening and every single Saturday was spent with him for several months before we went on an official date. Every weekend a new song was written and every date a song was shared. Dating went on for months, then the question was sprung.
"Jenna, will you take on the responsibility as my other half? Will you sing my duet with me? Will you be my wife, my forever lover, my forever surf partner, my jewl? Will you marry me?" He said as he was down on one knee.
I cried tears of joy as I reached down and said yes. Ryan kissed me for the first time that night. He kissed my cheek, he said he wanted everything to be perfect for me. Five months passed and Ryan kissed me on the lips. The next month, he would give me his last name.
My wedding day was magical. Our vows got turned into a song that we got to sing ourselves, we even got to play on our guitars. My whole family was there. I had the perfect Princessy-Prom-Fairytale wedding I had always dreamed of.
Three years after that glorious day, I gave birth to my first child. I gave Ryan a daughter for his birthday. Ashlynn Lori Marie. She had my hair, her daddy's face, my attitude and smile, her daddys dimples and she was perfect.
In 18 years, her journey will begin. Her story will be written, and she will sing her song and find the other half of her duet. She will have her fairytale just like her parents. But until then, she is our treasure. She will inherit our talents and become greater than us, but until that day, we are happy to sing to our baby girl. Our Ashlynn Lori Marie!
