I took a lot of other pictures that made me happy.
But those weren’t the only pictures from the evening that I loved.
Shortly after we got there, I happened to see an elderly mom and her son who happened to have arrived about the same time we did. I couldn’t help but notice them several times over the next few minutes because they seemed to have such a sweet, tender relationship between. And the more I watched them, the more I missed a certain fella of mine . . .
. . . because if there was one thing that is true in this life, it’s that mama’s can miss their kids so badly it actually hurts sometimes.
Anyway, since I had been watching this lovely pair throughout the evening and since they just happened to leave the pier at the same time as we did, I positioned myself nonchalantly behind them so that I could take some pictures of them as they left.
I have to confess that as I continued to take photos, I had to wipe away tears between each shot because I could so easily picture this same scene being played out thirty years from now--just with different characters. I could picture Nathan taking me to view the sea, the sky, and the sunset, buying me a little something at the gift shop, and then guiding me gently down the pier back toward the car.
Me in the sunset of my years. He in the prime of life.
The roles between us would be altered by then, with him taking my hand to hold me steady--a mirror image of those long gone years when I was the one grasping a small hand in order to hold my wobbly toddler upright.
So much else will have changed between the now and the then. The world will be a much different place, maybe even unrecognizable. Age and passing years will have erased youthfulness from our faces. I will be full of years and Nathan will be full of adulthood, juggling the joys, sorrows and challenges of a family, of a career, of life. But one thing that won’t change in thirty years will be the love between a mother and a son.
Sunset years. The prime of life. Hands held. Joy spoken. Love given.
The sea. The sky. The sonset.