(Challenged by Chelle)
“Do you see it?”
He’s pointing to the beach, but I don’t see anything. “What?”
“Right there. Look toward the beach,” John says.
I try again, my eyes scanning the horizon. A pout forms on my lips afraid that I’m missing something amazing, but I don’t see anything. “Nothing, babe. I don’t see anything?”
“Seriously? You don’t see?”
Sitting with his arm around my waist, I see a small raft with a sail comes into view and as it rounds the edge of the beach. My breath catches as I read the sign on the little sailboat, “I love you, Molly.”