February 14th

This past weekend was all about love. Love for the man of my dreams, love for my sweet father and the longevity of love among nine couples sharing a sumptuous feast. It began in the morning, as the trains rumbled by my parents house in Fresno on February 14Th, with the most heart warming note my husband has ever written or as he puts it, the words were whispered from God's lips to his hands to write. They were beautiful.

My father swung open the old stained glass front door carrying a pink box tied with string with french lettering scribed on it. Yummy. Something rich, buttery, sugary and guaranteed to be lots and lots of frivolous calories. Sitting down, we had a "petit dejeuner" of croissants, strong brewed coffee and fresh strawberries from farmer's market. If I closed my eyes, I could hear french being spoken on the corner cafe and smell the women's flowery perfume as they walked by my table. C'est magnifique!

Packed up, loaded with groceries and champagne, we drove the winding uphill road which blurred from soft greens to snow white. The snow had fallen the night before and man nor nature's creatures had left its mark yet...it was pristine, untouched and breathtaking. The cedars, pine trees, redwoods were heavily sugar coated in white and their branches hung down low like a ballerina's graceful arms. The air felt crisp, dry and cold on our faces. We hardly said anything to each other while soaking in God's glorious white washed beauty of nature.

The fire was spitting out flames and heat as people started coming over to our friend's cabin. We met new friends, ate like kings and queens and discovered that love wove together many of the couples present. We toasted to old love, we toasted to new love, and we toasted to the blessing of being in love. 

I am very thankful to be so in love with my husband.

Merci, Jay. Je t'aime.