Falling In Love... again.

It's sort of sad to me that I can't remember or pin down the day or moment that I thought, "Good Golly, I'm in LOVE with the boy" when T and I were busy WOOING each other. Can YOU remember?

I just know that it came quickly and easily- and I'm very, oh-so cool with it.

BUT YESTERDAY.... I do believe we fell even deeper and more madly-er in love with each other with the Simple Act of getting outdoors together and spending an outstanding morning on a:

SURPRISE SNOWSHOEING EXTRAVAGANZA DATE
of 2010
(i added "extravaganza" because EVERYTHING sounds better with "extravaganza" added to it- whew, I sound like Fancy Nancy right now)

This year we did a little babysitting/dateswap thing with our friends (thanks Hursts, it was splendid). But for lack of a better day... we celebrated Valentine's Day a week early. And I've always said, "It's NEVER too early (or late) to celebrate.... (fill in the blank)"

I've never been able to effectively SURPRISE Taylor with much (and I believe he still guessed what we were up to with THIS date too). But I rented two pair of snowshoes, packed a lunch and all necessary provisions and took a drive. We ended up at Kelly Canyon- right across from the ski hill and started to climb.

here's a few pictures. And by "a few".... I mean 14.

It was a ridiculous idea to think we, at our fitness level, could scale a mountain in a few short hours. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was FREAKISHLY DIFFICULT.
Unfortunately, T makes it look easy right here. Nice.


But I SWEAR, this is what it was like. STRAIGHT UP CLIMB.
Legs burning.
Lungs on fire.
Getting stuck in 4ft.high powder.
Soaked with sweat.
Gasping for air.
Uncontrolled drool down chins.

It was utterly romantic.

See... we didn't forget (throughout the excruciating affair) that LOVE was the whole point of this.
AWWWWWWW.... (come on... just say it.... one AWWWW for me please)

WE DID IT. WE CONQUERED THE BEAST (okay, okay... if you were to SEE the "MOUNTAIN" we climbed... you'll scoff at us and say... "Cool, Molehill. Glad you survived")

From our point, we watched (and guzzled our water) the skiers and boarders. It was fun watching for the biggest wrecks. We bond by mocking others do things we cannot do ourselves. I have that stitched on a pillow somewhere.


The day started out cloudy with fog creeping in on us and ended like this.
Que The Beatles' "Here Comes the Sun" song... "Do, do, do, do"



I do adore that song.
MOVING ON.



We ate. We chatted. We...

Threw snowballs at people who kept taking pictures of me.

(ps. Cheers to Taylor for picking up the camera and gettin groovy with the pictures.)

BUT it wasn't always fun and games.
SOMEONE kept falling down.
It was SLIPPERY, OKAY?????
And T didn't bother to put down the camera to help a damsel in distress.
Instead he laughed, and clicked away. Charmed, dear, so charmed.

HELP ME.
I'm smiling on the outside.
But on the inside, I weep.
I just want stable footing once more before I die.
(I get really dramatic when I fall down... which may or may not happen a lot)


Good gravy, you're handsome.
*note the tiny little skiers down on the hill below.
Ha. They have no idea they're being watched.
And mocked?


When we came down the mountain
(which was the funnest thing ever... we sat down in our tracks and literally SLID down nearly the whole way. I giggled LOUDLY. It reverberated. I probably scared the two bucks we saw prancing on the hillside earlier with my maniacal cackling)
we drove past the river and decided to see what that has to offer.
TONS of beauty. THAT's what it has to offer.


We had FUN.
Even our shadows had fun.
Taylor at this exact moment was saying, "Uhhhh... I don't know what to do with my hands" (Ricky Bobby quote). I could hardly hold the camera still enough to take the shot, I was laughing so hard. He looks so confused-- well his SHADOW looks confused.


HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, M. Taylor Wilson.

I fell even more in love with you... can you believe that's possible?

ps. I am very, incredibly, indubitably, fiercely, ecstatic about this year.