Date night this week was supposed to be a barbecue by the lake. 'Cept we were running late, and there really wasn't time. So we partook of Ye Olde Firepit On The Back Porch.
(I realize that most of you can't have a fire on your back porch when your back porch is covered in snow. It is February, after all. Can ye partake of Ye Olde Fireplace instead, perhaps? Or if ye don't have a fireplace, maybe you can cuddle around the stove?)
I had a truly fabulous box of conversation topics from The Game of Things, (an inspired Christmas present from my dad) but we didn't even open it.
Isn't it amazing how sitting around the flames gets you to really open up? How the spiritual seems much more present? How you can feel you can talk about anything in the world? And you do?
We are totally playing footsie in this picture.
We talked until the coals were just glowing embers.
Then we finished the cold dregs of our hot cocoa -
Kissed, and went to bed.
Happy Valentine's Day -