We stayed up much too late on Christmas Eve, talking about where we had come from and where we wanted to go. But we knew that this was a moment we wanted to share. Even though it meant sleep deprivation, we were going to get up early and spend our first Christmas morning together, watching the sunrise over the ocean.
The alarm clock chirped out above my head. I had borrowed it from someone else so I wasn't used to the sound. It startled me. I realised what it was and reached up to silence it. My eyes were so heavy. I felt like going back to sleep. But I wouldn't let this opportunity pass. I got out of bed, put on my swimmers and headed downstairs to her room. I cracked open her door and saw her sleeping there. So silent, so still, so beautiful. It seemed wrong to disturb something so peaceful but we had decided that this was what we wanted.
I layed down next to her and gently put my arm on her shoulder. "Good morning Beautiful." "Good Morning." "Do you still want to go down to the beach?" "(huge yawn) Yea." "Well, the sun will be coming up soon so we'd better go." "Ok" "I love you sweetheart." "I love you too."
I step out of the room so she can change into her swimmers.
We walk out the front door of the house. So sleepy, but so excited. The air has a slight chill compared to the warmth of our beds. The whole street is asleep as we walk hand in hand down to the beach. We are quiet. In these moments, just being together is enough, you don't need to say anything.
We wrap ourselves in our towels because we didn't bring blankets. The air seems even colder, but we huddle close together and stay warm.
Anticipation. The sun seems to want to make a grand entrance. Finally it begins to rise. I look at her. "Merry Christmas baby." "Merry Christmas." We kiss. The day has begun so perfectly. Our first sunrise, our first Christmas, our new life waiting somewhere beyond the shore.
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