That day I ate whatever I wanted

It took a wine induce tarot card reading to say yes. The cards told that I need to allow myself to go down the path I was meant to follow in order to find happiness. So I said yes. I booked the flight. I mentioned it to a couple of confidantes who wholeheartedly supported the idea.  After a delayed flight and a newly purchased flight (a grand gesture, which I was assured happens all the time Like, in the movies), I arrived at my destination bright eyed, bushy tailed and ever so curious to where I was headed.

He wooed the pants off of me. 

For three days we drove all over the Okanagan. We selected only the best named wineries: Dirty Laundry, Serendipity and The Hugging Tree.

I knew I was kind of a big deal when he let me drive his Audi. I knew he was a big deal because, admittedly, I actually wanted to drive it and I knew I could drive the stick-shift well. He had me at “You don’t need to slow down around the corners”. That car had a trunk stocked with wine, quite a supply of Hawkins Cheesies and was full of hand holding and music that was simply meant for days like these. He complemented my driving by telling me that I shift gears too soon.

No stop was without a memory, and every cafe and saloon created a story. From new places like the Lavender Shop to old coffee shops and home town saloons, nothing was left untouched. We ate whatever we wanted and we visited whoever we wanted. 

My favorite moment wasn’t the grand gestures (which actually gave me heart palpitations) or the wine induced giggles, but when we stopped on a beach and he let me read my book. I utilised his stomach for a pillow and for an hour I read a book and lost myself in his scent and in his touch; I’m certain rarely anyone feels this kind of content.

I’ve booked another flight for September Long Weekend (which I paid for) and I can only imagine what date number three is going to look like.

Smiles, 

Kirstin

She Persisted when I resisted. And thank God for that. Because the number of storms I needed to go  through before I appreciated the way the wind whipped through her hair was one too many. Now I'd move mountains to make her mine. Rain or Shine - J. Raymond