The Promise...

The promise was born in the early winter of 2008 and ended on Thanksgiving week of the same year. With the dawning of each New Year when the cold winds and gray cast skies of January dampen our hearts and spirits. When spring seems decades away and the heart longs for the soft winds caressing the face from a gentle sea breeze; I make the promise. I look into the tender blue eyes of my wife Leah and take her gently by the hand and say “Baby, don’t worry about nothing, for I promise you that I will take you to your favorite place on Tybee island, Georgia for your birthday like I do every year.”

With that said, a sweet smile would cross her face and with her eyes sparkling I could see she was already planning what to pack. This for us had become almost ritual in its nature as the cold winds blew outside, the warm winds of Septembers promise kept out hearts alive. This was something that we had repeated for the last fourteen years and come this September the 7th it would be number fifteen.

However as life sometimes does, it will throw us a curveball when we least expect it. As the cold winter months gave way to the warm days and flowers of spring. Our heart grew ever more eager to do what we lovingly called “Our Tybee Thing”.    And the story Continues...
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