A savory snack for a chilly day.
Storm
Watching the winter storm through our living room window on our anniversary/Valentine’s weekend.
The days are getting longer
Last night upon arriving home after work and running a couple or errands, I noticed that the sky was just a little bit lighter blue than it had been at that same time a few nights ago. With all of the frigid weather and incessant snow storms we’ve been having here, there is something so sweet about anticipating spring. This is the change of seasons that I have miss all these years in California. I know how wonderful Chicago is in the spring and summer, and I can’t wait to skate along the lake shore, ride my bike around town, and meet Gillian for picnics and concerts in Millennium Park. I long for the farmers markets, fresh corn, tomatoes warmed in the summer sun.
Tonight, we’re hunkering down for another storm. We’ve been celebrating our fourth first wedding anniversary all week, and we have a feast planned, which I’ll write about tomorrow with a few photos. Enjoying comfort foods, snuggling up with a romantic movie, getting cozy as the next storm revs up, and dreaming of spring.
Happy V Day!
To honor women everywhere and to reclaim hetero-patriarchy day, Eve Ensler created this wonderful organization. If you haven’t seen the Vagina Monologues, it is so worth checking out. It is so moving, funny, tragic, and inspirational. I can’t recommend it highly enough.
Anyway, this is just a brief post to wish all of my very few readers happy V Day, however you choose to acknowledge it. Or not acknowledge it. Much love and happiness to you.
Four years ago today…
Gillian and I made history. Lord knows we’ve been through a lot before that day and after it, and I don’t think that we would have made it this far if we hadn’t been able to get married. I have always understood that no marriage can survive without the support of a loving community. I am grateful every day for this anniversary, and for the celebration that we had with our family and friends the following August. We keep reaching back to the memories of these celebrations of our love, understanding that it is not a day in the past, but a celebration that lives in our hearts presently. Love is a blessing, and I hope that soon everyone will have the right to celebrate love, have it witnessed by their community and honored by the world.
Happy anniversary to everyone who shares this day with us.
Paradoxologies 