Mountains and mountains of weird
After six weeks of not working and four weeks of bandying about between families we love so much we jumped on a plane and took off to the first appendage of our year (yeah right) long journey.At this very moment I am staring at a mountain from a hotel lobby with a keyboard that is glued to the desk. My wonderful son, my beautiful wife and my somewhat annoying but a little lovable father in law are up in the room cooking up breakfast. We are in Whistler, British Columbia and today we will climb the mountain in a gondala. I trust the wires can withstand the girth of mine and Dan's luscious bodies.
Hud could not be happier. With his Grampy in tow, he has jumped in every puddle in the village, he got to choose and watch his own stirfry being made by a fake Asian chef, his cheeks are apple red and it would take a cornocopia of crow bars to pry the smile from his wee little face. To watch him so far has already made the jump into the icy waters of the unknown worth it. Perhaps when I am begging for change at the corner of Queen and Bathurst I will recall this memory to keep me warm.
We are one more day here and then back to Vancouver for a night to finalize the last of our administrative duties before hopping on the 11 hour flight to Nadi on the island country of Fiji. This will be the true beginning. Out of country. No more family to kiss goodbye, no more frothy pints to raise to the friends we love so much.
Just us.
Staring at each other in absolute awe as the turquoise waves lap against our pudgy toes.
Wondering what took so long to fall in love with each other all over again.
posted by Jason @ 7:35 AM
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