I sat down to write about the lovely day H. and I shared, but suddenly H. came down with something like the flu, and I wanted to help him get to bed early to sleep it off. Right now he's snoozing and most likely dreaming about baseball. He said that he doesn't feel sick, it's just that he must've eaten something to cause his stomach unrest. Hopefully tomorrow morning he will be feeling much better. I've learned that his immune system is something to be jealous of.

This afternoon, we purchased wedding rings. I love the feeling I get when I look at him and know that he's in this for the long haul. It turns my heart to mush, and I can't stop smiling, then he asks what I'm so happy about in that sarcastic voice of his. I just keep smiling at him until his face breaks into a smile. But enough of the mushy stuff.

We purchased our rings, then H. treated me to gelato. I naively agreed to two scoops of this ice creamy stuff before seeing how big the lady was making the scoops. They were this big! I picked Creme Brulee and White Chocolate Raspberry for my flavors. H., having seen the amount of gelato being scooped into the teeny tiny serving cup, decided on one flavor: Strawberry Cheesecake. We each tried each others' flavors with our teeny tiny blue and pink spoons, but mutually decided that our own was the best. Not surprisingly, I couldn't finish all of mine, so we took it back and placed it in our freezer. You would think if anyone got sick it would've been me, right? Right.

The rest of the day was spent playing baseball, watching basketball, or watching baseball. I did pop over to Michael's for a minute. They had sent me a 25% off everything (including sale items, which they never do) coupon, so I was very eager to use it. I should have suspected it would be worthless - nothing I wanted was on sale to begin with, so it wasn't a good deal at all if I bought it today. I'll have to wait until next week when mostly everything is half-off.

As I was drifting off to sleep last night, I remembered the question H. had asked me during the day. "Anna, what are you going to paint on your other canvas?" The idea crept into my subconsciousness, which realized it would be totally rad, so it sent a text conveying the importance of this thought to my consciousness, which promptly took all the credit when the light bulb turned on above my head. So here it is, my sleepy idea. 

I would like to paint H.'s and my silhouettes. If you can imagine it: I will trace our silhouettes onto the canvas, looking in towards one another. Outside of the tracings, the canvas will be a light, bright grey (think "spring" grey). Inside the tracings, I want to paint somewhere nostalgic for each of us. I suggested that I paint H.'s backyard, but I could very well do any place in his house, it's all so inviting. For me, I either want to paint my front yard with the two how-did-they-grow-so-fast trees and our gorgeous balcony window, or I would like to paint the sea of wheat fields that I remember from when my family returned to Canada about a year after we moved to the States. I don't remember a whole lot from that trip, but I do remember driving in a car towards our old house, looking out the window in the early evening sun, and seeing waves of gold for miles. Or I could paint the Rockies, as we could easily see them while we were living in our old house, serenely light blue and off in the distance. Obviously I haven't quite decided yet, but I'm in no huge rush - I still have to finish the mountains I see here.

So there it is, my dreamy idea. H. likes it, and I think it would be great if we took some pictures while we were back in town for me to work with. I really want to get all the details right. I hope I can do our nostalgic places justice.

Well, it's getting fairly late here. I keep thinking to myself, in four days I'll be on a plane! It is both exciting and a little overwhelming, knowing that I have so much to get done, yet so much to catch up on. Goodnight and sweet dreams!