I'll Always Be Here For You
I looked down the aisle and saw my beautiful wife, Rebecca Donaldson, walking down the church wearing a big, white dress. Today was the day we would pledge our love to each other and live together for eternity. I played her "Forever," which was originally written by The Beach Boys. Then we proposed our marriage, she took my arm, and we walked down the aisle as a married couple. It was the happiest day of my life, and it will always be that way.
Rebecca and I were in Florida lying on the hot sand sleeping next to each other. She opened her eyes just a tad and woke up by the sound of the loud waves. "Honey, I think I'm going to go take a dive in the ocean," she said softly rubbing my back.
"Ok, be careful," I mumbled, not listening to what she said. I didn't even open my eyes.
She walked into the cool water with small waves brushing against her feet. She stride into the water farther and farther, until with water reached her chest. The waves would go over her head and push her under the surface. She got up and her eyes were stinging from the salt in the water. Then, she takes a few more steps farther in.
I was still asleep, but I was awaken by a loud, shrieking scream familiar to Rebecca's. I quickly got up and raced into the water with my eyes glued on her. I got into the water and started swimming so fast, so fast that I couldn't believe it. When I reached her, thank God, she was gasping for breath and about to drown. The water was so deep; I thought we were going to die. But I got a hold of her and brought her into the shallower water. I put her down on her feet, but she almost collapsed. I was basically in panic mode then. Since the beach wasn't too far, I picked her up and ran to the dry sand.
I carefully put her down on her towel. I didn't know if she was dead or alive for a second. She had a fast pulse, so that was good. I lightly shook her and her eyes opened slightly. Her face was very white and her eyes were red with salt and tears, heck so was mine. I brushed her hair back behind her ear and then picked her up.
By the time we got back to the hotel, she was awake, but had no memory of what happened. When I let go of her hand to get out the key to get in our room, she suddenly collapsed. "Beck!" I shouted. She blinked many times.
"I'm ok," she said. Her voice was so quiet and she would gasp for breath every now and then. I helped her up and never let go of her. I opened the door and put her down on our bed. After I put her down, I walked silently to the door, shut it, and locked it.
Rebecca woke up completely and started crying and hyperventilating. I rushed over to her and tried to calm her down. "Hun, it's ok. You're alive and I'm right here," I said.
She turned to her side and put an arm on my shoulder. "Why did you come and help me? I could of saved myself," she said through light tears.
I looked at my innocent wife's tears and I tried my hardest to hold mine in, because she would cry more. "Honey, you almost died. If I didn't come out there, you'd be dead. I couldn't watch my wife die like that, or at all," I said. My voice was cracking and I couldn't hold my tears in any longer. "How could you ask a question like that?"
She tried to smile, but she couldn't. "I love you, Jess," she whispered. Then I held her close and put kissed her on her forehead.
