The holidays were good. I mean goooooooooooo-ooood.I took a break from everything and just spent time with my in-laws, my mister, and my family. Yes, the mister surprised me and took me back to America to go snowboarding in Vermont (YAY!) and to see Mamo, Tato, and Babchya (DOUBLE YAY!). We went snowboarding first, and spent a blissful 4 days carving up Sugarbush. I was a little apprehensive at first, as the mister is an ex-skateboarder and I am an ex-downhill racer (so to me, snowboarding seems like an act of torture, strapping your legs to a slick board without the hope of release), but I have to say, I am getting better and better! And by better, I mean that I only had one really nasty fall, rather than several. And that fall, of course, happened on the last run of the last day, at the end of the day. And I fell on a flat part. Yes, flat. I was fine on the steep parts riding at 40 miles an hour, but the flat part- that's what got me. And I fell so hard on my arse that I burst into tears. Let me reiterate: floods of gasping tears like a 5-year old. So, in summary, the end of our snow holiday ended with a spectacular show by yours truly, while the mister looked on and said "You're in shock, calm down. Come on, adults don't cry, honey. Now get up and let's go get you some hot chocolate, wouldn't that make you feel better?" Tough love, man. But hey, he got my mind on chocolate, so...
New Year's Eve was even more spectacular, as we spent the day with Babchya (who was so excited to see us she practically broke herself in half hugging us), and one of my older cousins, Oksana. Both of them spent the entire evening grilling us about why we haven't had the babies yet. Oh, how they pray for the babies. Because of course, as everyone knows, since both of us are in our early thirties we're apparently on death's door. Bless them. I can't wait to see their faces someday when we actually do become pregnant and the small tattoo of the tryzub (Ukrainian national symbol) on my lower belly becomes bigger and bigger. They might change their minds.
Midnight rolled in and I was in my silvery sparkled skirt and spike heels- and what was I doing? I was so tired from the week that after one too many glasses of wine I was asleep on the couch (as soon as that happened, the mister decided to be funny and dress me in an overcoat and feather boa. I didn't have the energy to ask why). I had to be woken up at 11:55 so I could ring in the New Year with everyone- which I did, and then proceeded to say "I'd like to go to bed now". And the whole time she was there, my 86 year old Babchya was trying to get everyone to drink. I apparently fell into some alternate universe that evening. And Mamo and Tato probably think their precious daughter has turned into an alcoholic.
New Years Day the snow came, and no resolutions were made. Instead, the mister and I went outside in the snow and used a sink-mat to sled down my parent's front lawn. It was beautiful.
It was hard to leave them all, and especially my Babchya, who I fall more and more in love with every time I see her. I was very sad and very teary-eyed, but I resolve that 2008 will be a strong year, if not only for me, but for them. My 2008 resolutions I will call "reminders" so I remember to:
Love deeply and unconditionally
Laugh until my stomach aches
Try my hardest
Love myself more (even my new little gray hairs)
Be generous in spirit
Have faith
Trust myself
Try not to let stress cloud the great moments in life
I think that makes for a pretty good year.
I wish all of you the same and more.
2 comments:
wow. your resolutions are some good ones!
Solid resolutions.
But I have to disagree with the mister (and Fergie): big girls can, and do, cry. ;)
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