The stuff dreams are made of, the stuff songs are sung about, the stuff that fills novels and many late night conversations. The stuff that makes us do things we would never dream to do. The sort of stuff that makes our cheeks blush, that love stuff, that gets under our skin and has us going to the end of the earth to have more.
French Husband, Sacha and Fabrice went skiing. Even though Sacha had a feverish cold a few days ago, even though French Husband caught a feverish cold, and even though they left late Friday night and halfway up the mountains chains were required. Putting chains on, in the middle of the night, on a cold mountain is an act of love in a roundabout way.
All of this because Fabrice (Sacha's best friend) meet a girl surfing a few weeks ago.
This surfer girl is skiing this weekend on the other side of the mountain where they will be.
I asked Sacha if they had the surfer girl's phone number. When he replied they hadn't I asked him how they planned to meet the surfer girl in the middle of the French Alps with hundreds of other people bundle up beyond recognition?
He smiled that smile that only a teenage boy can smile… Ah, the adventures of love and the joy of discovery.
That love stuff is the only stuff worth livin' and skiing fast and furious to find.
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