At about 2 pm, we were ready to go and in a departure from things organic, vegan and health conscience, I suggested that the ride be to go get ice cream at Buttonwood Farm in CT. For all of you Rhode Islanders, this is CTs answer to Brickley's in RI with the added bonus of ambience. In late summer the whole place is surrounded by massive sunflower fields. It's really impressive. The ice cream is almost as good too.
Off we went. Evan donned his red handkerchief on his head, a look I find very sexy, and I climbed on the bike for the first time since the Summer of 2005 when I was pregnant with Ian. The ride to Griswold, CT from here is a beautiful one on tree lined roads. The sun was warm, the breeze was refreshing. Riding there, so close to Evan and free from parental responsibilities I remembered what it felt like when I was falling in love with him. At the same time I was envisioning our future together as well as being present at that moment. I felt our eternity in every direction, our past, our future, and the depth of that wondrous present moment. It was indescribably perfect.
My life is rich. I am blessed to have a wonderful husband who I find unbelievably attractive and enjoy spending time with. We have an intelligent and loving son, a beautiful home and a joyful life together. Its funny how a simple Saturday afternoon ride on a motorcycle can all of a sudden be one of those moments. Those moments where everything in my life is in perfect alignment and the feeling of deep inner peace. Of joy. Of immeasurable bliss.
I love you Evan.
And you can't sell the bike.