David flopped down on the bed Saturday afternoon and exclaimed with a tired smile, “It has been a great day in Grenada.”
It was.
By 2 p.m., the pavilion at Grand Anse beach was filled with friends, food and fun while a boat waited in the bay. When we weren’t chasing giggling little kids, we laughed and swapped stories in the surf.
The Huz even got some wake boarding and water skiing in! For someone who grew up boating, it was the thrill of the semester. Nothing makes me happier than seeing the Huz smile, and oh, this smile was one for the record books. 🙂
I even tried to get up on the wakeboard. However, after eight botched runs and a gallon of gulped salty sea water, I figured it just wasn’t my day. I had an amazing cheering section though. I am so thankful for great friends who can watch me make an idiot of myself and laugh about it later.
Then, it happened: The Terrible Awful.
David lost his wedding ring.
No good story is complete without a little cliff-hanger moment. And this, my friends, was a good one.
While playing in the surf, his ring just slipped from his finger. As the unusually large waves churned around him, a nearby friend said his face went ashen and he started to shake. (Oh how I love that our most prized possessions have to do with out marriage) He called over a few people to help in the search. And after a few handfulls of sand and sea shells, our neighbor picked up a shiny object.
The ring was recovered and all the stressed-out searchers finally exhaled.
Meanwhile, I was up at the pavilion chatting away. When David told me what had happened, I thought he was joking. Then, I took my own ring off just in case.
After the party was all cleaned up, we came home an crashed on the bed … for a few minutes. Then I got ready for a halloween party while David hit the books again for his next big test.
As we closed our eyes that night, I think we both agreed, it was a great day in Grenada.
