I had mixed emotion about the day. I wasn’t looking forward to a day with my ex-wife, but that’s what Cody wanted for his seventh birthday; mommy and daddy together to spend the day with him. We put our differences away, and decided on the beach. Cody loved playing in the sand. I pick up Cody’s favorite pie, cherry, before picking them up.
We found a secluded area, with few people around us. The sand felt cool under our bare feet on this steamy August day. Cody and I were attempting to make a sandcastle while his mother was tanning herself. The faint sound of swimmers was broken when I heard someone yell, “stop thief.”
I look up to see a tall man running in our direction. Cody was in his path and didn’t see him coming. The runner changed direction and headed toward the water, but not before knocking down the half-built sandcastle. Cody started to cry causing his mother to get up and console him. I guess that pushed me over the edge. I took of for the runner determined to catch him. I caught him ten feet from the water and dragged him in. Holding his head under water, I wasn’t aware of anyone around me. I just kept seeing the vision of my crying son.
As the runner struggled for air, I heard a tiny voice say, “Daddy, what are you doing?’
I snapped back to reality with a start. I pulled the guy up and handed him off to the life guards. Walking over and hugging my son, whispering I’m sorry in his ear. It was all I could do not to break down.
That night we decided to give our marriage another try.