Friday, November 28, 2008

Sunday Scribblings: A Winter's Tale

Wintertime always makes me think lovey dovey warm and tender thoughts about Eb. First of all, he is a ridiculous Christmas hound and gets hella enthusiastic about finding the perfect tree and the two of us go mad singing (terribly) all the verses of all the carols we can remember.
But, the main thing I think of is the apartment that we lived in before we bought our house. Our bedroom was way up on the third floor of this crazy tall old house on the corner and from there we had an incredible view of all the houses on all the streets around us. After the kids were asleep, we'd push our bed over to the window and look down at the houses all decorated with lights or, if it was snowing, we'd watch the sparkly snow romantically floating down. We would lay there gazing out for hours, hardly saying a word. Sometimes we would open the window so we could smell the cold sharp air and feel it on our faces. Everything was so still and quiet, it felt like we were the only ones in the world.