Despite being married to the love of my life, our first year of marriage was rough! We had petty arguments and some not-so-petty arguments. Simply stated, we had a lot to learn about compromise and effective communication.
A few months into our marriage, I asked my husband to join me on a business trip to San Diego, California. Neither he nor I had ever been, so we were excited about the trip. Yet upon our arrival, disagreements ensued. From disagreeing on what car to rent to where to have dinner in the Gaslamp District, I can’t say we were always on the same page. Between visiting the San Diego Zoo and enjoying cigars at The Cuban Cigar Factory we quarreled.
On the last day of the trip, we decided to venture just outside of San Diego, to La Jolla, for dinner and to enjoy the famed beaches. La Jolla is breathtaking, with dramatic cliffs jetting out of the Pacific Ocean, lined with awe-inspiring homes.
It is a fantastic place to shop, dine, and enjoy outdoor sports. We decided to tour its famous caves and get a closer look at the sea lions that rest upon rocks close to the beach.
So we booked a kayaking tour through La Jolla Sea Cave Kayaks and set out for an amazing adventure. There was just one major problem: having only kayaked in calm waters, I was nervous about kayaking off the beach directly into the jagged waves of the Pacific. My husband on the other hand, became increasing more excited at the thought of encountering such waves. Before we set sail, I shared my concerns with him. He reassured me that the trip would be great and that I had nothing to worry about. I reluctantly adjusted my life jacket and took my place behind him in the vessel. As we paddled out, the waves grew in intensity. At the sight of rather large waves, I would close my eyes tightly as the kayak was lifted temporary and then abruptly returned back to a level position. After a series of large waves, I opened my eyes to find that my husband had paddled us away from our tour guide and further away from the beach. As we approached the buoys (which confirmed my fears that we had ventured too far) I nervously asked that we turn back. My husband ignored my petition. I then responded by attempting to paddle in the opposite direction. My actions almost caused the kayak to flip over and after a few close calls, my husband decided to steer us toward the group. He then said “he felt sorry for me because I was missing out on a great experience, all because I refused to let go and trust him.” I was nearly in tears. As we neared the group, I took a deep breath and began to relax a bit. We entered the first cave and the cool breeze suddenly opened my eyes not only to the picturesque scenery but to who my husband is, as a man and as my partner.
He wanted me to be open to adventure and experiencing something fun and exciting with him, trusting that he would protect us and use sound judgment to keep us afloat. This revelation allowed me to truly enjoy the second half of our tour, as well as the past four years of our marriage. As we paddled along in sync we laughed, smiled and road the waves without fear. We are still riding the waves and staying afloat by working together and trusting each other.
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