As the sun shines, Michael W. Smith walks on the beach. He plays the piano on the beach. A twentysomething woman walks on the beach and looks down at the sand. In black-and-white, he continues to play the piano on the beach. It returns to color.
The twentysomething woman runs her hand through her hair. Smith continues to walk on the sand. She runs with her jacket over her shoulder. He jogs on the sand. They meet each other and hold hands. In black-and-white, they hug. Back in color, they walk together.
The twentysomething woman places the dishes on the kitchen table. Her 3-year-old boy plays with a toy car on the floor. “Boom!” he says as he rams the car into her toe. She exclaims, “ow!” and tells him it wasn’t very nice. He hurt mommy. He says he’s sorry. She picks him up and says she forgives him. He kisses her on the cheek and vomits all over her.
Michael W. Smith reads the newspaper in the family room and dry heaves. The thought of vomit grossed him out. In the kitchen, the twentysomething woman yells for him to get their 3-year-old. Smith says he can’t. He doesn’t feel good.
In the bathtub, as she cleans their 3-year-old, she thinks of being in Miami. It was where she wanted to go on their honeymoon. He told her she’d like going upstate better. She suggested it again for a vacation, pre-baby. He said they couldn’t afford it. She isn’t going to bother to ask again. Their 3-year-old laughs as he splashes the water. She tells it’s almost bedtime.
Director: N/A Year: 1990