W is for...

Winter. It finally decided to arrive in our part of the world. A little late and with some mixed signals about its intentions, but its definitely here. Despite growing up in north-eastern Ontario I loathe winter. Especially in the city. All the prettiness of a northern winter with its snow-covered trees and unspoiled white vistas is pretty much shot to hell with the slushy, dirty mass that an urban winter becomes. Add bonehead drivers to the mix and the aesthetic appeal is rapidly lost. I'm one of these Canadian weirdos who actually likes playing hockey in the summertime. I like going to the rink in shorts & sandals.

W is also for WOW. There was a news article recently out of that little quagmire known as Afghanistan. In any conflict there are tales of bravery and heroism which stagger the imagination (e.g. Robert Lawrence MC, late of the Scots Guards and his actions at Tumbledown Mountain in the Falkland Islands in 1982). I'm not under any illusions about the brutality of warfare, but the stories that emerge are aften uplifting. I cannot do justice to this tale, suffice it to say my admiration for these 4 Royal Marines knows no bounds. Wow, indeed.

Finally, and most importantly,

W is for Wife. My amazing one, to be specific. (Yeah I know...I talk about her lots in this alphabet series, but she deserves it.) I love her to bits and I can't imagine life without her. 'juff said. We've known each other for almost 5 yrs now and been married for nearly 2. Most amazing time of my life. :)