Cozy Cabin
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Night Cards
When the toddler and the cat are asleep, Hugo and I sneak on the balcony to have a game of cards, like the two elders we actually are.
Truth be told, I have something in mind, and finally getting some peace and quiet makes it much better.
Once Hugo has wiped the table with my poor cards skills, I take a deep breath…
And give him the big news.
Little Angler
Day two of our family trip to Granite Falls. Nounou is still scared of the trees, but he has Hannah to reassure him.
I go back to my first Granite Falls love: yoga under the cold sun, with the sound of wind through pine branches as my meditation soundtrack.
And Hugo… Hugo fishes.
An activity Hannah is starting to take an interest in.
And Hugo is more than happy to share this passion with her.
I doubt she will catch any fish…
But she’s adorable.
Fish for dinner again!
Breakfast
It’s the early morning; Hannah is wide awake, and in the cold morning, she patiently awaits her breakfast by playing with Nounou.
I have to admit I’m always impressed by how gentle she is with that kitten. She’s not a brute by any means, but she’s still a very young kid; yet when she picks the cat up, it’s clear he thinks safe.
And I love that she will systematically ignore all of her many toys to play with her little friend instead.
This is what Hugo and I comment on while we get our lazy brunch ready.
Faster than Mom
I somehow had the brilliant idea of buying and bringing with us a little moped for Hannah. I thought it would amuse her, and I was right — her little adventurous soul loves it with all of her heart.
I thought there wouldn’t be any safer place for her to play with it than the vast empty clearings of Granite Falls, and I was mostly right about this, too. I was just very wrong to think that this would stop me from being terrified down to my socks.
Hannah, you see, has no notion of what fear is at all.
“So we’re agreed? It’s going to go fast, baby, you have to be very careful!”
“Hannah, wait!”
“Okay, little monster. You know what you’re doing.”
The Angler
Hugo goes straight back to his favorite Granite Falls hobby. He missed it, apparently, but he didn’t lose the touch he acquired last time.
Before long he catches a fish, and he cooks it outside on the grill, with a touch of lime and, more importantly, without burning the house down.
And it’s actually really, really good. Again, never before has Hannah had the chance to eat something fresh; and it doesn’t get fresher than that.
Though both Hannah and I could have done without her slob of a dad burping his heart out at the dinner table, no matter how good the food was or how proud he might have been…
It’s okay Hugo, I still love you, you disgusting sim you.
Return to Granite Falls
Here we are again, back where we went on our honeymoon, It’s every bit as beautiful as we remember.
And this time, we’re not alone! We came back as a family.
Hannah discovers a whole new environment — and we’re both glad she gets a chance to finally see something that is neither concrete nor glass.
And she has the cutest little hat for the chilly Granite Falls morning.
Hugo’s thrilled to be able to share this place we love with our daughter.
Nounou is not entirely convinced about this weird new environment, and isn’t quite ready to leave my shoulder.
Ready?
We get out of bed hours before the first ray of sunshine breaks through the San Myshuno sky.
It’s time for my Love Day present.
It requires a solid breakfast, first. We’re excited, but clearly still sleepy-eyed.
Surprise
Little did I know the Love Day surprises weren’t over.
As soon as we’re home — the very second we get home in fact, Hugo kicks off shoes and dress suit, and I double over with laughter as his body visibly relaxes once he’s free of the dreaded bowtie. In a minute he slips into his most comfortable pajamas, and he’s his usual self again.
I’m less of a slob, I tell him, so I go and take a bath in one of our bathrooms. Not the en-suite, as I want to go for one of the more sophisticated ones. So I leave Hugo alone in our bedroom, even though I strongly hinted that I wouldn’t mind him accompanying me.
But when I come back I understand that I had played right into his plans.
And I also understand that if he had time to set all of this up, I take way longer than I thought in the bathroom.
Our little home among the stars.
Hugo did what he does best — he transformed a common floor into a romantic nook.
We spend hours there, watching the stars, and the city, and talking.
And eating the cake.
How can you lift me up so easily?
Love Day at the Opera
It’s Love Day, and Hugo has a whole program in mind.
I gave him my surprise later that day, as soon as we woke up, in a pink envelope, but he wouldn’t tell me his. When the clock rang 3, he only told me to get ready with the fanciest attire I could find, and he drove us to the Newcrest Opera House.
The Opera House is a gigantic building surrounded by a hedge maze, and it somehow manages to be more imposing than any Uptown building — it has this majestic feel that only centuries past can give a monument.
He leads me, not to the pit where most of the seats are, but to the box of honor, facing the orchestra, except several feet above the stage.
And then we hear the most beautiful piece of music; it rings through my bones and vibrates against my shivering skin.
I am in awe.
But really, none of all of this mesmerizes me as much, as the simple yet unique — absolutely unique — sight of Hugo in a full dress suit and bowtie. Not only because he did not wear a tie even for our own wedding; but because he looks absolutely stunning.
Posing on the steps. There’s a millennial building behind me, but I really only have eyes for Hugo.
My dapper husband. Never thought I’d use these two words in the same sentence.
When we walk inside, I do have to stop and take in the beauty around us. It’s all so grandiose!
Clearly, Hugo has visited before, or he’s much harder to impress than I am.
Our private box, far from the crowd.
Stolen kisses before the show begins.
And then when the show is over, sweet whispers on the Opera House’s balcony.
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