Celebrating love is fun and sweet.
It should be done every day. Not just on Valentine’s Day.
But yesterday’s Valentine’s was perhaps one of the best I’ve ever had!
When Oliver got back from his business trip from Paris, I’d accidentally gotten a peek inside his luggage and saw there was something wrapped in plastic bubble. I knew it had to be a Valentine’s gift!
But since I am a civilized and decent human being, I restrained myself from tearing the wrapping with my claws and teeth like a scavenging raccoon.
Even the night before Valentine’s day I was already trying to convince him that we should exchange our gifts (I’m like this on Christmas Eve too.)
We woke up yesterday and I immediately began to jump around with excitement and clamor that we should exchange gifts.
I gave him his gift, which was a tin box with a French magnetic poetry kit inside…
Then I opened the gift he’d given me.
The cutest family of three little owls!
He had bought them for me at an antiques market in Paris. They feel so soft and are made from real feathers.
Confession: I had felt a slight pang of disappointment because there had been a secret part of me that had hoped it would be a ring even though it was me who had told him not to get me one for our engagement.
Of course I was being silly.
Actually, there is a lot I could say about the silliness of weddings and the pressures of following certain traditions, which can come up even for couples who don’t really care much for conventions.
But I will save that rant for later.
Back to Valentine’s Day. I let the silly feeling go, adopted the family of owls and named them “The Muggies.”
Later, while eating our breakfast sandwiches and drinking our Starbucks coffees in the car, I had the spontaneous urge to go for a very very long drive.
So we did.
We drove north, without a destination in mind.
It was both a sunny and foggy day. We drove along Ocean Beach, over the Golden Gate Bridge, and looked at how the fog blanketed the bay.
Then we followed Route 101 for a bit, before turning our direction to the left, towards the coast. Past the smallest, quaintest little towns in the heart of Marin county.
Along windy little roads, under the shade of redwood forests.
We hit upon the entrance of Point Reyes, where we stopped and looked at a map. We wondered what Sir Francis Drake was doing out here, all the way from his little English island across the Atlantic across the continent.
How long must that journey have taken back then, on little ships with little sails!
Our drive eventually led us back on to the California 1 Highway.
Imagine the most narrow and twisted little roads, and on the right, sheer cliffs dropping off into the rocky ocean below!
I’d never driven on such ridiculously dangerous roads before. So I drove like a little daredevil. A cautious daredevil at that, enjoying the lurching sensation as the car hugged the sharp curves of the road.
We stopped a few more times to enjoy the feeling of the air and the wind on our faces.
The whole drive lasted for around two and a half hours. The rest of the afternoon was not as exciting, as we spent the time taking care of the things we needed to take care of.
But later in the evening, we opened a bottle of wine, lit some candles, danced to Sade’s “Smooth Operator” and had a good laugh at ourselves.
Cheers to the times that we spend with our best friends!
Wishing you Happy Valentines, from “the Muggies” !!!