Then it was a drive up the island to our place, a quick tour of all its excellent features, and a good rest. It was lattes and toast with marmalade the next morning, and a lovely tea and coffee visit with Dan's parents before the trip back down. We were at the airport in plenty of time. I hate to say good-byes...but look forward to another visit when he can stay a bit longer and maybe do some shooting with Dan. He said he'd like that.
Island View Beach is on the way back from the airport, and I made a split second decision to turn off the highway and wind around the fields of rich earth and newly planted crops to the ocean and take a moment to feel the sun, listen to the water, and remember our little boy. It is the beach where we had our service for Salem. It was a peaceful day. There were a few dogs relishing the spongy wet sand under their paws, and some children digging holes near the drift wood on higher ground. I made my way along the beach, just where the tiny waves wash up to kiss the rocks and pebbles on the shore. There were a few birds on the water. I quietly shed a few tears. I found some beautiful rocks. I found a shell in the water that looked like a heart. And there was a peace in the air, and in the beautiful view. Salem would come back again with us to this earth, when it was all made new. All that is beautiful in this world...mountains, trees, rocks, water...will be reformed and made perfect, along with us. I don't often remember that we're coming back, and that heaven will come to earth when it is made new at the end of time. Earth will be heaven. Our pain-streaked but fleeting lapse of time here will come to an end and we'll be together once again, running along sand, exploring God's creation, doing the things He's made us to love doing, living in a place that feels completely and utterly like home... I hope it's soon.
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