Oceans For Emotions: My first love
By Elaine Wheat
Feb. 15, 2013 at midnight
Updated Feb. 14, 2013 at 8:15 p.m.
"And now abideth faith, hope and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love."
- 1st. Corinthians 13:13
At this Valentine's time, I was thinking about my first true love, the ocean.
I had several loves starting at 14 years old. The qualities I searched for was a boy who had a car or a horse.
Jimmy had a car, Wayne had a horse that we had to ride double but then I met my first true love because he had two horses and a car. What more could I want? It was true love.
He and I could ride horses all day Saturday, and then he would pick me up in his car, and we would go out on a date that night. I would wear my freshly polished Saddle oxfords, my Bobbie socks, my fully starched petticoat under my full skirt and my twin sweaters set, along with my fake pearls.
I would smell of sweet sachet, and my bright red lipstick would be applied perfectly. He would come to my door in his pressed pants and starched white shirt and smell of Old Spice, and that actually smelled better than Saddlesoap and horse sweat.
And off we would drive from Goliad to Victoria to see the movies. I could sit right next to him in his car with his arm around me, and I would do the shifting of his 1937 Chevrolet so he would not have to move his arm. What more could a woman want? But like most young loves, it didn't last, as we both grew in different directions. Ah, but the memories are still there.
Each time I drive to Magnolia Beach and see the sea, I get that first love feeling and that makes me smile. My heart begins to race when I see my bayfront waiting for me.
So I guess I'm in love again. I love the ocean, and it loves me. I finally figured it out. I am having a love affair with the whole wide sea. Like all true loves, it encompasses me, and even thinking of it makes me put on my fishing hat and get my matching reels, and I will always faithfully return to sit right by it and feel its arms around me.
Dear Lord, I have the faith that the sea will be there, the hope of fish that it promises and the love for it that will keep me coming back.