Winter Getaway

IMG_0211 My favourite things are always spontaneous.  I love it when friends call up in the middle of the night to go out for food/drinks, or stay the night to wake up to an impromptu breakfast the next morning.  I love it when Sean and I dine out for no reason or when we go for drives just because, and when weekends away are planned on a whim.  I also love it when our pantry is stocked and ready for urgent food cravings for fresh brownies or cookies, and when we have a bottle of chilled white wine and a red on our counter to accompany a nice dinner in.  Most people think that I don’t like surprises, but really, it’s the waiting that I don’t like.  When I’ve bought something special for someone, I want to give it to them right away and not have to wait a week.  I want to invite someone for dinner the moment that they’ve shared their special news, and between Sean and I, we always exchange gifts at 12:01 am on the day of the occasion because I can’t wait for gifts either!  It’s become a normal thing for us.  Needless to say, Sean has had to accomodate my crazy ways.

A couple of weekends ago, we were treated to a ski-in, ski-out resort and we couldn’t have been more grateful.  We found out last minute, and we were packed and ready to leave before you could say “Go!”  Sean and I went skiing again, and this time I even managed to go down a non-beginner hill!  We spent each morning having breakfast by our window, praying together, reading and taking in the beautiful winter scenery.  Coincidentally the internet connection was horrible, so it forced us not to be on our phone/ipad first thing in the morning.

My Dad came up to join us on Sunday and we spent the day eating, watching episodes of The King of Queens, chatting and snacking.  I couldn’t have asked for a more pleasant weekend.  Weekends like these make me wish that it didn’t take us time away from the busyness back home to enjoy some lazy and restful days.


Me, and a little time

IMG_4988I’ve had my blog for a year now, and to be honest, I can’t believe I’ve stuck to it.  My posts are far and few, but my writing has helped me.  I used to be the girl who always loved to be around people and never wanted to miss time with friends or family, but after losing my Mom, I’ve changed.  I now need time alone.

When I’m alone, I don’t feel the burdening weight of pressure I put on myself.  I write when I have the time to reflect on the things that I would have wanted to share with my Mom and although hard at times, it also brings me joy.  My blog has helped me articulate some of my emotions, and has most importantly, reminded that my Mom will always remain with me not only as memories, but in the ways that I love my husband and family, persevere through difficult times, lovingly help others and pursue the wildest of my dreams.

In January, we celebrated my Dad’s 59th birthday (in Korean custom, he actually turned 60), and as we talked about the past year together, we acknowledged a new found sense of peace; a peace in knowing that although the coming year will have it’s own challenges, we can trust in God’s grace and power to bring us His comfort and His healing.  My Dad is the greatest example to me of how one can choose to live a life of hope and not in fear.

My Mom was an avid reader and a talented poet, and my love for poetry, writing, art and expression comes solely from her influence.  This blog has become a place for me to connect with all the things my Mom believed in and passed on to me, and all the things I’ve grown to love and now share with my husband.