*Just a quick one shot that popped into my head while at Island's (a burger joint) watching the surfer videos*


I watched the surfers in the early morning fog from the covered deck on our beach house. It made me realize that there were human experiences I never had. I could go surfing now of course but it wouldn't be the same. The exhilaration, the feel of flying, the chance of failure, wouldn't be there. Their lives were so fragile. One mistake could mean the end for them.

I quickly spotted Edward. He was easily the most graceful and skilled. However, even from here I could tell there was no challenge. We were so rarely actually challenged. The moment Edward reached the shore; animated professional and amateurs surrounded him. They thought he should try out for the competition later that day. Their ton of voice told me they could not understand why someone would refuse. The sky started to clear. Edward's time was up. One of the pro surfers continued to press him. He gave a slight grin and pointed at me.

Then he said, "I have a choice – compete or go back to her."

The young man looked up and his eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open.

"Dude, I can't believe you came out here at all with a goddess like that waiting," he said in awe.

Edward's smile grew as he reverently said, "She makes life worth living."

I smiled back at my husband of eighty years, pushed my shield away and thought, I'll never want anything more than you Edward."

He beamed at me. He said a quick goodbye and started to run, only limiting his pace for the humans around him. Human experiences didn't matter to me, if I got to spend eternity loving Edward. The surfer stared after Edward as he reached me, swung me around in his arms and thoroughly kissed me.

As we moved inside, I heard the young man mutter, "Lucky son of a bitch," sigh and jump back into the waiting waves, board in hand.