We had an absolutely amazing time. It truly was one of the best days of my life.
As we walked along the beach, headed to the rock pools, I remarked that the sea was so flat and glass like that we surely would see any whales or dolphins who happened to be passing the area.
Sure enough, not ten minutes later, Charli spotted a telltale splash on the horizon.
We all rushed to the furtherest rock to watch flippers, just like the one in this photo, rise and fall way out yonder. We stayed for an hour or more, pointing out to each other when we saw one, or two or three flippers, tails or great spurts of water.
And we reminisced about the time when we literally could have touched them that day four years ago. We laughed all over again about how four of them popped up at the back of the boat and eyeballed us before spraying us with their fishy breath. And how at that exact moment I had my mouth wide open with sheer joy and copped a big mouthful of salty, disgusting whale saliva. And how I immediately said it was the best thing ever.
Seeing those flippers off in the distance today made us relive the entire experience.
Isn’t it great that God made us with the ability to store memory, and that in the remembering, we can find all the joy, excitement and wonder of the first experience?
We may never get to go whale watching again, or, if we did, have the sort of experience we had that day but we will always have those memories.
What special memories do you have that will last a lifetime?