The first time I saw my husband I fell in lust at first sight. It was his outfit and more importantly his shoes. I am a sucker for men who wear skateboarding shoes (granted, my husband doesn’t skateboard). He turned the corner at our school and I knew I had to meet him. I fell in love with my husband when I realized that he is the only person I know in the world who actually can complete my sentences and knows what I am thinking as I am think it. It is frightening how I could be thinking one thing and be on the verge of sharing it when he says exactly the same thing. Although I have always thought my husband to be an attractive guy, it wasn’t until the last five weeks that I realized just how attractive he is. He has always been a caring guy to many people, but watching him with his son has shown me just how caring he is. He cradles his son while walking him through the house, as well as holds him close while they watch the San Jose Sharks in the middle of the night. The other night he took our son for a car ride to help calm him down. I can only imagine them driving up Rte 2 listening to football on the radio and my husband talking sports with the little man. In addition, the fact that my son booted all over his sweater moments before he was about to walk out the door to work was almost as attractive as the shoes, especially since my husband didn’t flinch, but rather just chose another sweater (which he found later in the day also had spit-up on it). This morning as I was delirious from my possible onset of a cold and my son’s tossing and turning during my shift last night I walked past son and father on the couch heading for sugar cookies as my breakfast since we were out of cereal (that my friends is an atrocious sentence, but one that I am too tired to fix). As I collapsed on the couch, my husband noted that my son had followed me as I walked past him. It is really cute to see my husband notice all the little things that are happening for our son. He hasn’t seen the smiles that are happening for my son, but then again I guess some things are still mine at this point.
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Snow Falling in October
After waking up this morning, albeit at 11:00, I noticed this white fluffy stuff drizzling outside my window where my vibrant leaves has just been. Stretching my eyes for a better view, I realized that it really is snowing in Vermont. Although, it is pretty lame — just a trickle of light flakes almost like dandruff that won’t collect on that black sweater you are wearing. However, it is official — I have to find other shoes to wear to my doctor’s appointment today instead of flip flops. I think I should be in good shape as I have actually been able to see my ankle bones the last couple days! Winter is a funny transition here in Vermont. Officially, it doesn’t start for a while, but we gear up for snow as early as October and expected it as late as May or June. This year I am having a hard time imagining snow because I am in a different place than usual. I won’t be able to grab my board and head to the mountain any time soon with a baby. I am thinking I might get an opportunity to strut my stuff during February if at all. Snow represents being stuck inside all the time with a newborn because walking on snowy, dirt roads isn’t easy and many of the bike paths aren’t plowed. What if I become a mall walker, destined to cruise up and down past the Auntie Ann’s Pretzel Stand and Victoria Secret’s? Could my life come to that? Hopefully, I’ll be a little more upbeat and find creative ways to get out to things like Story Hour at the local library. And, of course, starting on November 1st I’ll be writing a novel. Do I have a plot yet? No. Characters? No. A theme? No. However, I am ready to start. Today’s writing activity comes from Natalie Goldberg’s book about writing a memoir entitled Old Friend from Far Away.
Writing Exercise: Write about coffee. Think about times when you have drank coffee. Experiences. Tastes. Who drinks what type of coffee. All you need to know is your topic is coffee. If you spin in a different direction, maybe that is a signal from the writing gods and goddesses — however, start with coffee.
Can you tell I am missing my usual triple venti nonfat one pump vanilla latte?
