An Unforgettable Tuesday
There are good days and there are beautiful days and then there are days that you will absolutely, definitely, never forget. This was one of those.
It started out innocuously enough. We said good-by to our Moturua anchorage and meandered up and around Urupukapuka accompanied by a happy pod of bottlenose dolphins. We anchored in the passage between Waewaetorea and Okahu; clear water, a sweeping white-sand beach and tracks to the top of the hill beckoned. David futzed, Rory and Tam got Joker out for a beach excursion, while I opted for another attempt at yoga.
Another aspect to the whole Yoga on the Bow thing is its potentially very public nature. All of a sudden a couple of boats filled with day trippers decided to converge on our previously empty spot, happily admiring Leona’s elegant lines. I waved and continued to fumble and teeter along, fast forwarding through the extreme balance poses that I know will have me on my derriere in a less-than-graceful moment.
Leona’s Yoga Studio
Following shavasana, I headed sternward to where David was looking up at the top of the hill.
“Tam and Rory just got up there….wait, Tam just ran away!”
I turned to look. Silhouetted against the blue sky I saw Rory kneeling, Tam stumbling back toward him, dropping down on her knees, then both standing and embracing.
Yes.
It is what you think.
Champagne and tears of joy ensued as we celebrated their decision to make this partnership a life-long thing.
We spent a beautiful afternoon of laughing, crying, dreaming, and very slowly meting out the news. Tam and Rory basked in the private elation of keeping the news (almost) to themselves. The time difference aided that choice.
David and I then took our moment to retrace their steps up the track. From the top of Waewaetorea, which we hadn’t managed to access the other day, you can look down on a black sand beach to the east and Leona to the west, the open ocean to the north, and the mainland past the Bay to the south.
For Rory, I am sure all he could see was the wide-open future with Tam.
The threatening rain never materialized, the sundowners on the bow were cool and crisp, and the dinner of mushroom and zucchini pasta was spicy and comforting. Perfect end to a perfect day.
Apologies if I have overloaded on sentimentality, Dear Ones, but I know you will forgive a mama as she watches her youngest curly-headed-what-not take the next step.
