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Have I ever mentioned I was a Girl Scout? I was, for many years. I even got a merit badge for orienteering and fire building.
André and I went on a hike this morning. The sky was blue, and I wanted to see the forest and there was a waterfall that was pretty close to the Inn. So we set out, grabbing only the basics like my digital camera and not much else. I was too anxious to be outside to be bothered with maps or my gloves or things like that.
We set off, me leading the way, full of energy and excitement, wanting to explore and find the waterfall. After about 45 minutes, I realized we should have been there already. The wind was colder than I expected, my fingers growing numb. I continued to navigate, sure that we needed to go north, and that moss grew on the north side of trees, so we kept making turns, taking different trails here and there. André was amazing of course, just nodding his head and agreeing with me, and letting me tug him in one direction and another, shaking his head softly when he saw how red and cold my hands were, he nonchalantly reached into his coat, pulling out my gloves that he’d brought along, despite me thinking I didn't need to be bothered by them.
Of course, this gesture distracted my navigating by making me pause to thank him by wrapping my arms around him and giving him a big kiss. We kept walking, and after two hours of searching for a waterfall that was supposed to be 20 minutes away, I sat down on a fallen tree in defeat, sure I had gotten us lost in the barren wilderness forever. I apologized to André and shared my concern that we were really lost and would never find the waterfall and we might die in the wilderness of frostbite and he'd never play in the NHL cause all his toes would fall off.
He let me ramble about my failures before silencing my complaints with a kiss, tilting my head up to look at him where he assured me we'd be fine, reaching into his back pocket and withdrawing a map that clearly explained the trail markers, and how to get to the waterfall. He said kindly, that if I'd stopped talking and let him say something or share his ideas, he would’ve shown me the map earlier.
I just laughed, shaking my head as he smiled at me, being rationale and loving and amazing, and me being neurotic and crazy. He sat down, and wrapped his arm around me as we looked over the map, discovering we'd walked in circles, and were in fact only five minutes from the waterfall, and returning to the Inn would be much easier with directions.
It was a nice hike, despite getting lost. It reminded me again why I fell in love with him, and I need to shut my big mouth and listen sometimes, and better yet, ask for help.
I guess the moral of this story is I’m a stubborn redhead, and the luckiest girl in the world to have a boyfriend who loves me despite it all.
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André and I went on a hike this morning. The sky was blue, and I wanted to see the forest and there was a waterfall that was pretty close to the Inn. So we set out, grabbing only the basics like my digital camera and not much else. I was too anxious to be outside to be bothered with maps or my gloves or things like that.
We set off, me leading the way, full of energy and excitement, wanting to explore and find the waterfall. After about 45 minutes, I realized we should have been there already. The wind was colder than I expected, my fingers growing numb. I continued to navigate, sure that we needed to go north, and that moss grew on the north side of trees, so we kept making turns, taking different trails here and there. André was amazing of course, just nodding his head and agreeing with me, and letting me tug him in one direction and another, shaking his head softly when he saw how red and cold my hands were, he nonchalantly reached into his coat, pulling out my gloves that he’d brought along, despite me thinking I didn't need to be bothered by them.
Of course, this gesture distracted my navigating by making me pause to thank him by wrapping my arms around him and giving him a big kiss. We kept walking, and after two hours of searching for a waterfall that was supposed to be 20 minutes away, I sat down on a fallen tree in defeat, sure I had gotten us lost in the barren wilderness forever. I apologized to André and shared my concern that we were really lost and would never find the waterfall and we might die in the wilderness of frostbite and he'd never play in the NHL cause all his toes would fall off.
He let me ramble about my failures before silencing my complaints with a kiss, tilting my head up to look at him where he assured me we'd be fine, reaching into his back pocket and withdrawing a map that clearly explained the trail markers, and how to get to the waterfall. He said kindly, that if I'd stopped talking and let him say something or share his ideas, he would’ve shown me the map earlier.
I just laughed, shaking my head as he smiled at me, being rationale and loving and amazing, and me being neurotic and crazy. He sat down, and wrapped his arm around me as we looked over the map, discovering we'd walked in circles, and were in fact only five minutes from the waterfall, and returning to the Inn would be much easier with directions.
It was a nice hike, despite getting lost. It reminded me again why I fell in love with him, and I need to shut my big mouth and listen sometimes, and better yet, ask for help.
I guess the moral of this story is I’m a stubborn redhead, and the luckiest girl in the world to have a boyfriend who loves me despite it all.
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