I am away with my hubby-love, camping in our ‘water camper’ in the San Juan and Gulf Islands off the coast of Washington and British Columbia.
I laughingly told him over a snack in the cockpit that
I have come up with a new method of addressing couple’s counseling. If both halves of a couple want to stick it out, but just don’t know how to make it work, I giggled that they should be put in a small boat and sent off for a week with instructions to “work it out’. They would be required to stay on the boat for a week, living close and learning to admit their mistakes and honor their differences.
Indeed, I often feel closer to my man when we are on the water; we fight more, we make up more, we are more honest, and we have a greater awareness of the strengths that each of us bring to our relationship.
So. . . . last week when we were anchored in an idyllic little bay off of Sucia Island, I made a noteworthy memory. . .
Dear husband has taken to using a kedge (a small weight that helps to secure the anchor by improving the angle of the line), which helps him to sleep better at night when we are ‘on the hook.’
When we prepare to leave our little spot in the morning, I stand at the helm while he is on the bow pulling up the anchor. On this first morning of this trip that we had used our anchor, I made a b.i.g assumption! I was not tuned in to using the kedge, and when I felt and heard its weight arrive on the deck, I put the boat in gear as usual to mosey out slowly until he was done stowing the anchor on the bow. I made an assumption that the anchor was up and we could go. As my dear counterpart was trying to pull in the anchor, he realized that all was not well. We had a tense few moments with the anchor line under the boat–praying, hoping, desperately horrified that the anchor line was in the prop and we were in deep doo-doo!
When we were finally sure that our worst fears were not to be realized, we dissolved in hugs, relief, and gratitude!
I had my humble pie served up with the whipped cream of gratitude to God and the love and acceptance of my better half.
I’m ready—please hand me a fork!