I have lived almost every single one of my 41 years on the east coast of Canada, perched next to the Atlantic ocean. That is not an insubstantial amount of winters. Why then have I never acclimated? When will evolution make me hardy enough to endure snow and slush and freezing rain. When will I get used to living in a place where the air hurts my face? Surely 40 years should have made something about this easier.
As I lay here in my bed, curled up under the duvet, wearing heavy socks and clutching my heating pad, I can hear the wind outside whipped up in a frenzy and I am dreading the oncoming storm. But maybe if I close my eyes really tight I can convince my mind it’s not the wind but the crashing waves of endless blue ocean. Maybe my dreams will take me far away to the white sand beach at Cayo Blanco where I will float drinking pina colada out of pineapple. Maybe my heart will always be in Cuba.
I have seen many lovely declarations of love today, some heartfelt, some humorous, all fantastic. Gil and I we, well we aren’t really valentines people. Anytime we put effort into romance it always comes across… awkward and disingenuous.
Sure I like flowers but I like getting to sleep in while he takes the dogs out for a pee much much more. I like nice dinners and sweet treats but we have never needed a special occasion for any of those things. So this is how my sweet guy and our spent our glorious Sunday which also happened to be February 14th
It was a extra chilly morning and I really didn’t want to get out of bed but my honey lured me into the cold car with the promise of bum warmers and adventure. I have to be honest, he can talk me into pretty much anything… he has a way with words.
Breakfast at Norbert’s. They make the best Golden Milk. The market is a lot quieter on Sunday so we were able to and enjoy ourselves. I love talking to my husband over breakfast.
While Gil was at jugger in the afternoon I spent some time napping and writing and then I made us a “we miss Cuba” feast. Rice and black beans, Cuban pulled pork and Cuba Libre’s. I can neither confirm nor deny rumors that there was salsa dancing in the dining room but I will say my name can shake it!
While Gilly was distracted my sweet girl decided she would make a better dinner companion. God she is adorable.
I don’t hate Valentines Day and I adore watching people celebrate their love, I’m not hater. Gil and I, we just know that if you do it right… every day can be the most romantic day of the year.