About thirteen years ago, Jeff and I tied the knot. With the dogwoods and tulips in bloom, we had a beautiful spring wedding surrounded by our family and friends. It couldn't have been more perfect.
After celebrating with our family and friends, we hopped on a plane and headed to where else - the beach. We were young and in love in the midst of sun, sand and surf. It was lovely!
Our days were spent lounging by the pool, walking on the beach, biking on the island, sleeping late and eating. Oh man, did we eat! (And since we had just gotten hitched, you ladies know I dieted for several months so I could rock my wedding dress. I mean I was eating like I was going to get a grade for it!)
We ate the most decadent food, as well as all of the bad greasy stuff. Some nights, our dinner was simply wine and cheese. All kinds of awesome. *Sigh.*
Memories in the corner of my mind... Scattered pic -. Oops sorry. I digress.
Anyway, one particular day, we were out walking on the beach enjoying the sun on our faces and the pleasure of each others company. We had no agenda. We were just 'living in the moment'.
Now, we had been at the beach for a couple of days so both of our confidence in getting into the ocean had increased a bit. When I was little, I would get out in the ocean all the time with no fear at all. As I got older, I became a little more hesitant. (I mean "Hello Jaws"!! Did you SEE what happened to Quint?!) Hubby had never been a fan of the ocean and never wanted to get farther than ankle deep. Hubby doesn't like being where you can't see what's going on around you. (True dat.)
So, this particular day, chalk it up to bravery or liquid courage, we start to wade into the ocean. One foot here, a couple of inches there, another foot here. We are holding hands and laughing, feeling super brave as we are out in about waist deep water.
When all of a sudden, Hubby points and says, "What the expletive is that?!"
I look at where he is pointing and see the water moving and this giant shadow heading our way.
Hubby says again, "WHAT THE EXPLETIVE IS THAT?!" In the few seconds that I turned to look at Hubby and turned back to the shadow in the water, it is upon us. I mean it is RIGHT BESIDE US.
I hear movement to the side of me so I turn my head and see my Hubby walking on water. Actually, it was more like running on water. NO JOKE. (See you thought Jesus was the only one to walk on water. Not true. Hubby also performed this small miracle.)
What was it you ask? What did we see? Well, here's a picture:
BUT THIS WAS NO ORDINARY STINGRAY!! This stingray must have been at least five feet across. NO JOKE. I think this ray must have been on steroids. And the tail...cheese and biscuits! The tail must have been at least two feet long. I am not making this up, people!
Come on. You know they can be dangerous! Look what happened to poor, crazy Steve Irwin! Yeah, see I told you. They are ruthless killers.
I am telling you this story as it may save your life one day.