Aaaah. It’s all but vanished, but I’m bringing back the great feeling of being on vacation with my husband…and not my son.

The hub surprised me at Christmas with a trip to Montreal and nearby Mont Tremblant to learn to ski and snowboard for our anniversary. It was perfect. Let me share that story.

As far back as September, when we were still working things out, I’d get a letter in the mail every week. In it was just a paper that said “MMIM?” He wouldn’t tell me what it meant, and I couldn’t figure it out. I forgot about it.

At Christmas, I opened a box that had all this fleur de lis stuff in it. It’s a French symbol, and one they use in French speaking Montreal. There was an envelope with “MMIM?” on it.

He wanted me to Meet (Me) Him in Montreal.

AWWWWWW.

He’d been planning it forever.

Flash forward to the trip. So romantic.

I hated snowboarding and ended that day by falling on my tailbone, which, 2 weeks later, still hurts. Skiing, fortunately, was much easier. It was both of our first times. We stayed in a beautiful condo nestled into the mountain and ate lots of delicious wine and cheese. Seems like all we did was eat, after burning calories all day. We had fires. We talked. We reconnected. It was good.

We headed back to Montreal and braced ourselves against the bitterly cold wind in search of Indian food.  When we finally found it, it was well worth it. Best damn Indian food we’ve ever had.

We got to speak French, which is rare for us, but we love it.

See for yourself. Great times.