it's cold here. like, really really cold. i have socks on. and i haven't taken them off. don't harass me, i live in los angeles. cold is relative.
i love cold. i prefer it to hot. any day of the week. (which is funny and probably untrue considering the coldest place i've ever lived is northern california and i guarantee any of you who live where it snows would laugh at me.)
one of the things i missed when i lived on maui was the cold. maui doesn't really do cold. sure, you can find it, but you have to drive way up to the top of the rock. it's not like cold knocks on your front door.
i really want to bundle up in a snuggie and watch movies and eat ice cream with the baby. but she's, um, a baby. she doesn't watch movies. or eat ice cream.
i suppose this afternoon will consist of some bundling of jackets and fuzzy boots and a walk around the neighborhood. something of a routine for us. i listen to 'this american life' and drink an eggnog latte. (sweet mother of all that is holy, eggnog, i could drink a case of you and still be on my feet. i could still be on my feet.)
we will look at the christmas decorations and the baby will point and wave and kick her feet until i let her walk with me, sans stroller. then she will get tired and i will strap her back in and we will smell the winter that is gently patting los angeles on the back and i will be reminded, once again, how much i love my life.
with all the hardships, all the complications, all the stress, all the (fill in the blank)...
speaking of...i am guest posting today for alicia at well hello, chicago. she is running a series based on 'simple joy' and i am so honored to have been asked to take part. talk about inspiration...it's all around me, it seems...