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Falling In Love All Over Again
Dedicated to Jenny
Submitted by GS
"Can I take your tray, please?" the pretty flight attendant asked.
My wife nodded and lifted the tray.
"Isn't this exciting?" I said, patting her arm. "Hawaii!"
"Can we really afford it? Why should we pay the airline big bucks, just so we can argue in paradise," she hissed.
"Who says we'll argue?"
She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Look. I know it's been tough, lately. I've been working too much. I know you're feeling neglected."
She sighed and shook her head. "Neglected?"
"Please, give this a chance. Give me a chance. Give our marriage a chance."
"Don't you dare put this all on me."
I took her hand. "I'm not, I promise, but you always said I lacked spontaneity. You claimed I'm not the least bit romantic." I spread my arm, as far as possible in the confines of the airplane. "Well? You can't get much more romantic than Hawaii. Besides, where else can I wear a shirt like this?"
We took a taxi to a small rent-a-car shop that a friend had recommended and took possession of a little two-seater convertible. We spent the week with the top down, soaking up the South Pacific sun and the sites around Maui.
"Oh, look at that waterfall," she had said, on the road to Hana.
"That's nothing. Wait until you see the Seven Sacred Pools."
And when she finally did see them, her smile was absolutely contagious.
Later that evening, we arrived early for the Luau and sat out on the beach to wait for sunset.
"I can't believe you actually got me to ride a bike down Haleakala, today," she giggled. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've been on a bike? And to ride down a volcano."
"We can remedy that when we get home. Perhaps we can get a tandem bike and ride on weekends," I said.
"I just have one question."
"What's that?" I asked, lifting her hand to my mouth and kissing her knuckles.
"Who are you and what have you done with my husband."
The smile on her face nearly brought tears to my eyes. It'd been so long since I'd seen her genuinely happy. I felt ashamed it'd taken me so long to notice. I had a beautiful, caring, and fun wife, and I'd taken her smile for granted, until it'd disappeared.
"Oh," she gasped, and pointed toward the sunset. "Absolutely gorgeous. It's like God got out his pastels to show off."
"Absolutely gorgeous," I agreed, looking only at her and her amazing new smile.
"It's breathtaking," she breathed.
"Yes, you are."
She whirled to face me, tears welling in her eyes.
"I still do, you know."
"Still do what?" she asked.
"Still love you more than life itself." I said, brushing her cheek with a kiss. "On the plane, you asked if we really could afford to come to Hawaii. How can we afford not to, if it has somehow helped us get ‘us' back?"