Wimp

We took a detour on the way home.

My husband put his feet in the ocean.

The dry sand was cold under my tender soles.

Half of the way to the water I became a wimp.

I decided to not even put my bare feet in the wet sand.

Seeing the delight on his face was not as much fun

as experiencing the pleasure with him would have been.

I missed the chill, and also the thrill, of the December surf.

This year I will take full advantage of the special treats God offers.