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They followed us to the hotel elevator, they probably had a room a few doors down from us. We smiled and nodded as we held the elevator door for them. They could have been our parents. My husband and I spoke about how odd it was that as we were getting ready for a night out on the town, the kids were miles away at home hopefully tucked into their beds. The other coupled looked at each other and smiled knowingly, not speaking a word.

We thought we were going separate ways after leaving the hotel doors. Our night out consisted of finding a coffee shop, who knows where they were headed. Out of sight…

After finding our destination we hopped in line, waiting to order our drinks and a sweet treat. I turned around for a second, then did a double take. A familiar smile was behind us, along with his wife. Another nod.

We ordered, and then I went to sit and grab a table while my better half waited for our treats. She sat down as well, leaving her husband to wait with mine. The two men could have been identical, except for the grey hair. Black fleece pullovers, glasses, a certain stance. The older of the two glanced at the younger man now and then, then his wife, then at me, and smiled knowingly. Never spoke a word.

Orders in, we sat at our tables a cafe apart. Both couples enjoying a slice of heavenly red velvet cake… all joyful in the quiet moments. Warming chilled hands on hot cups of fall flavored lattes.

They left before we did, both glancing back and the husband put an arm around his wife, they smiled . Knowingly, in a sympathetic reminiscing sort of way. I looked at my husband, felt and saw love, and smiled the same smile.

Hopeful that we could be so lucky in the years to come.

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Worlds to discover

Years ago, before I knew what an amazing experience it was, I visited France through a high school program. We spent two weeks as tourists in a foreign land. Immersing ourselves in the culture, the langue. But really, we were American tourists of the high school variety. We thought we were hot stuff.

The hubby and I finally sat down and watched Amelie. I love the movie, with all of my heart. It’s one of the only movies where I can say to my well traveled husband “I’ve been there! I stood underneath that! I witnessed that amazing piece of art, in person”.

It makes me remember vividly the most amazing pizza I’ve ever consumed (it was in southern France, in Nice, pepperoni, a smoldering evening, I remember the dress… to die for). It makes me think of the Gypsy Kings who I swear we saw in person at a quaint late night village festival. It makes me reminisce about discovering my first true love and being a part of it all, atop and underneath the Eiffel Tower. The innocent kiss outside a hotel door at curfew.  Magical, awe inspiring, of another world.

And right now, the only thing I can think of is how I want to share it all with my husband. Who has traveled the world at his own pace. Experienced life and culture and the world. But we have yet to do it together. We will. It’s in our cards, we’re travelers, dreamers. We live for other lives. We love ours, but we know that there’s more out there to be experienced.

In the spirit of Amelie I leave you with lists.

Things that I dislike:

Those that stick up noses. The higher the worst.

Watching anyone embarrass themselves

Dirty sinks

The sound of coins decoding scratch cards

The way I need to turn my head during love scenes in movies

Listening to people trying to speak a foreign language, when they have it all wrong

Things  I like:

Eggshells that crack in a single line

The sound of sugar pouring into a dish

Peeling an apple skin off in piece

The feel of hundreds of buttons running through my fingers

Watching a parents face as they get their child

Clicking through radio stations at a mile a minute until I hit the right one

The way my daughter runs the palm of her hand up and down my arm until she finds the right place. Then she lays her head down and sighs.

Crawling into a bed freshly made with warm flannel sheets

Life’s simple pleasures and dislikes. Too many (simple pleasures) to capture. What are yours?

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A summer afternoons dream

I dreamed that we were living in a skinny house, with lots of windows overlooking the ocean. Everything looked antiqued through my dreaming eyes. There was a big piano my son was playing, and my daughter chased and giggled after him.

I dreamed that my belly was swollen with child, and I ran my fingers across my curves. Eight months pregnant. I felt the baby turn into position, a painful happy feeling. I had ordered a bracelet, it arrived and I felt it. It was inscribed with just the word “hope”.

I saw myself getting ready to give birth, getting ready to be in the zone. Someone asked if I needed pain medicine, and whoever my midwife was  said “no, she has it under control”.

Then I was back in the house, talking about the baby coming, watching my son eat an actual piece of chicken with vegetables, and my daughter was staring out the window at the glorious views from the white house with a wraparound porch.

Hope. It’s never far.

(Though a little irrational as we’re completely done having children… just a disclaimer! 🙂 )

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