Today I love you. I love that there is someone in my life that seems so quiet and yet often is the one to suggest that we do the wild things. I love that you come from a different place, a different culture and that we get to share our visions of this big old wonderful world together. I love that life is a series of moments that define us and some of those moments are challenges that make us appreciate the people we share our lives with. I love that sharing life and moments and adventures can happen in the most exotic of places, or at the park or the cottage, or just at the grocery store or in the laundry room or the back yard. I love that it is often the company one keeps that makes the adventure worthy of being called an adventure. I love that after lunch yesterday when the conference was over, we took the rest of the day to explore some of Niagara falls and ended up on a boat under the falls. I love that we rode the Niagara Skywheel and it compares very favorably to the big wheel in Malaga. I love that we’ve kind of decided to ride any wheel that gets in our way from here on out.
Today I love that on Friday when we arrived here we were so busy getting checked in and doing the conference things that my impression of this city that I haven’t seen since I was three or four was that it seemed nice, but now that we are almost ready to get packed and check out and spend our last partial day here before driving home, I can’t decide what to look at or for, out of all the things there are to see here. I loved listening to the deadpan voice on the boat saying that no one has ever attempted going over the American Falls in a barrel and all attempts have been over the Canadian Horseshoe Falls, because … well duh, the American Falls is like vertical rapids and you’d know you were going to die half way down no matter how adventurous you were.
Today I love massive breakfast buffets that leave me regretting what I couldn’t fit on my plate every bit as much as I celebrated what I could fit on my plate. I love the Festival of Northern Lights back home because they are so densely packed with displays and such a treat to walk through. I love the fifteen miles of light displays here at the Niagara Winter Festival of Lights because they go on forever. I love that although we missed the fireworks of the grand opening of our hometown festival we’ve seen fireworks three nights in a row here.
Today I love drinking coffee in a messy hotel room with you while we decide what and when and where to do all the things we want to do.