Sitting on a bench and looking out at the turquoise and sapphire sea, we watched the waves come in, pulled by the moon. It had been just a little over twenty-four years since our first trip to Ogunquit together, and as impossibly far away and long ago as it felt, I remembered it distinctly, especially our first walk along the Marginal Way. Now, all this time later, Andy was still by my side, still providing the comfort and love that made the rainy days ok and the sunny days soar.
Today is one of those very special sunny days, and it marks Andy’s birthday. In honor of that, here are a few pics I managed to sneak on our recent trip to Maine. It’s one of his favorite places, and even all these years later it still provides a haven and a sanctuary when the rest of the world grows ever dimmer. It is here where we have been more ourselves than perhaps anywhere else, happily content to simply be – walking along this beautiful coastline, dining at familiar restaurants, and searching for the possibility of a beach day.
Andy has usually been the bedrock of our home together – and home is wherever we might cuddle up for the night. Whether that’s Maine or New York or Boston, as long as he is there, that place is home. Since Andy’s never been one for big birthday celebrations, we’ll spend a quiet day at home per his usual request, capped by a family dinner and some vanilla cake. Happy Birthday, Drew – I love you.
