Pre-Dawn

Ah!  Another perfect time to blog... when I am up at 4:45 am and (if I'm lucky), C will be asleep until 7.  I am tempted to check on my e-Trade account (damn you, Apple!) but writing is the priority.

Skiing this past weekend with C was nothing short of incredible.  He had a two hour private lesson, so I had some time to hit the slopes "adult style," but then when we went up together, he was feeling like a pro!  My heart was in my throat at times watching from behind as he rocketed down the hill, not the elegant side to side schuss of someone with experience but the straight-down-the-hill snowplow, straightening out when he wanted to gain some speed... which was too often for my taste!  I don't know how many times I told him, "As long as you're in control, that's the important thing."  I would hear him whooping in delight from below and it made it all worth it.  "I love skiing!" he told me more than once. Of course, there were the times that he would fall and I would have to get him back up and it sometimes felt like it took an hour and every last drop of patience when his skis would come off, we couldn't get them back on, I'd be trying to help him up and would go sliding away myself because he insisted on being on such steep hills, and he would fling himself into the snow wailing, "This is impossible!"  I was actually proud of my seemingly endless patience that day; I stayed calm, reminded him that it definitely was not impossible,  nothing was, and we just had to keep trying, and every time we came away from it and started down the hill again, it was sheer exhilaration.

Rim of the World Hwy, headed home.

The second day we worked on a little less snowplowing and a little more back and forth; he enjoyed going way over to the sides and up the little inclines then back down.  He looked better and fell less.
After half a day of hitting it hard, we loaded up into the already packed car and drove home in our ski clothes.  The second we walked in the door, we stripped them off and climbed immediately into bed.  The next morning my body felt gloriously sore and fully worked. And I still made it to the gym!!  (Was pretty proud of myself for that!)

FH will be here on Friday morning; already I can feel my body and soul counting down to his presence.  We leave Saturday for LA (by helicopter-- a first!), where I am going to a concert with my best girlfriend, A; we are seeing Tiesto, whose name would mean nothing to someone who didn't know electronic music, but he is a god in that world, one of the greats, and I can't wait to lose myself in some thumping beats with A, who means so much to me and whom I don't see enough-- it will be a blast. She and I will spend the night in downtown LA after, then I will re-join FH in Santa Monica where he has a surprise hotel picked out to celebrate my... ahhhhee..fortieth....hhhemmm... birthday, which is the following day.  I am trying to just avoid in my mind the actual birthday stuff; just happy about fun with him and good friends.  He wanted to throw me a blowout bash, but really all I want is quiet time with him; it's what I don't get enough of and crave every day, so he is acquiescing to my request to keep it simple, although I have a feeling he will somehow manage to make it as luxurious as simple can be.  He truly does treat me like a princess and I love him so much.

Just over 48 hours until I'm in his arms again.  It has been too long, too long.  I ache for him.

Now let's see how my stocks are doing....

Forget it, big girl.  He's taking it all the way!!

Oh, P.S.  God, thank you for listening to my prayers.
C scored twice at his basketball game.
I was screaming my head off.  He was so proud.