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
