Conner, his wife Hania and I met on a sail boat in St. Martin many years ago and it was love at first sight.
I don't know what it is about us but we spontaneously combust into laughter when we're put together.
They're from the North and he ends every question with a negative ... "You want to go with me or no?" ... which utterly confuses a Southerner like me.
Nevertheless we shared many excellent adventures!
One of life's ironies is Sarah is from the same neck of the woods as Conner and also ends every question with a negative ... "Do you love me or no?"
"I've never loved anything more than you ... why are you asking?" I answer.
The last time we were together was two years ago in the San Juan Islands on a boat looking for whales which was high on my "Bucket List."
The four of us shared the experience and now it's another great one in the catalogue of stories.
We didn't have much time as they spent one night with us ... making their way from Florida to upstate New York for Christmas ... which strikes me as completely backwards ... and Sarah couldn't join us until after supper ... but good friends immediately fall into the spontaneity of love as soon as they're together.
My life's been a crazy roller coaster ride of exhilarating "highs" and crashing "lows" with hardly any straight lines.
I feel so incredibly blessed to have friends who've shared parts of the ride, either laughing or cussing right along with me.
We have no secrets and love each other anyway.
We can spend lots of time together or hardly any and enjoy each precious second.
The only problem is ... they want Sarah and I to visit them in New York ... IN THE WINTER!
I love Conner and Hania.
But I hate winter more!
Then again, I want to see where Sarah once lived which is down the road from where Conner and Hania live now.
It's a tough position in which I find myself.
Hate Winter? ... or no?
