It was cold out and started to rain. He made the 4 flights of stairs back up to collect our hats. We walk slow because it’s wet and the steepness of the hill could be a tricky combo. The sign on the door promised live music. We snuggled into the corner booth with all the pillows and opted for the wine flight. We talked and laughed and talked and laughed. The wine kept up with us. The music did not.
Favorite things party –
New Year’s day hike, 2016 reflections and so much to be grateful for. Goat hill swing. Twin Peaks picnic. Frozen to the bones. Hot toddy’s and irish coffees. Time to go home.
I love this man and his heart. His face and kisses and hands.
I feel stronger, capable and unstoppable with him.
and now, which direction do I go?
