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Our last morning and afternoon in Corpus Christi was about getting ready to leave the next day, and enjoying the rest of the current one.
When I woke in the morning I called our host and she sent someone out to fix the thermostat. While waiting for him, I made the littles breakfast and enjoyed another morning watching the world become brighter and the waves say good morning from the balcony, while sipping my coffee.
I went down the hall and washed a couple of loads of laundry and when done, we headed down to the pool. The littles had grown more daring over the days spent in the water, and the changes were quite amazing, sometimes scary, but beautiful to behold. They were more confident in themselves, and that’s all that mattered to me. After a bit we all headed out to check out South Padre Island, take my mom to a HEB store, and have another first for the littles, Dairy Queen.
We checked out more of our island paradise and finally headed back for one more evening of beach fun and seashell hunting. If you read the Day 2 blog, you can see the huge milestone that was reached by the littles in just two days of being in and out of water.
My heart could not be more filled with pride.
The oldest was stung by a jellyfish on his neck, and soon after this, we all headed to the hot tub to relax and unwind. We went back to the condo, tucked the littles in bed, packed up more for the trip the following morning, celebrated quietly about all we had managed, and then I prepared myself for one thing I had been looking forward to for me. To mark #99 off of my bucket list.
Considering the man I loved ended our relationship that day via text, and I had hidden it as best I could most of that day so as not to ruin this vacation for my children, I needed this night alone on the beach. To ask for strength, to beg the ocean to take what pain of mine it could, to let the wind rip the sobs away from my mouth, to try to let go of all that I had hidden behind my eyes during the daylight hours. To help heal me.
I stood watching the waves endlessly. Feeling my tears become one with its saltwater friend. I picked up my bottle and heaved it into the night air, unable to make out its landing in the white tops of the waves. I don’t know where it went, I don’t know if it came back to that very shore. But I hope someday, somewhere, someone finds it. And whether they are happy or sad, I hope they find some strength within its glass walls. As I try to find strength within myself to walk on.