We went out last night to talk. There's always someone around at our house, and everyone always wants to hear what we are talking about and why. Sometimes its nice to get away, in the event that we can't find Maxwell Smart's Dome of Silence.

Our favourite quiet lounge was being renovated (?why? It was perfectly nice before...) so we drove and walked around for a while - this may sounds pleasant but I find it hard to have a conversation when you're walking together in anything below 0 degrees C. We finally found a nice little bistro, and we sat and had a drink and I made lists of our whacky pipe dreams from 2003 ahead, and we tried to decide what to do with the next five years.

We've always been dreamers and planners. From the moment we met, we were arguing about how exactly to make the world a better place. Over the past few years, we've had all sorts of ideas - from going back and living on the mountain,

to opening a bookstore/cafe in Florence, Italy, to starting up a catering business in Barbados. 

Right now, the plan is to build up the place up on the mountain and let birthing women come there to have their babies....Sounds great, no? If you're reading this and you're interested in joining us in this project, let me know.

I digress. Lastnight as we were drinking, arguing - we rowed a little close to the shore a couple of times ("I can't stand the way you always do that..."), and writing lists, I noticed a lovely young couple sitting by the window.

She was pretty. Dark hair, tied up in an abrupt pony tail. Skinny body and face. She was dressed up in tight black pants, and a little sweater and waistcoat. Not much makeup. Her hair was falling in spirals next to her face where it had rebelled against the elastic. He was handsome in a typical boy-next-door-who-hasn't-shaved-in-two-days way. Sexy. He was wearing a button down shirt, with v-neck pullover on top, jeans. You could tell they had both picked out their clothes carefully.

They were in love. She held his hand. He would her hair around his other hand. They smiled at each other and laughed.

I'm putting this message in a bottle and throwing it into cybersea:

Keep your love alive. Never forget that feeling of awe that you had when you were sitting in that Bistro. Time will try to rob you, but don't let it. When you decide to have a baby, be careful. Don't let anyone tell you what to do. Go with your heart. Only you know what you can and want to do - having a baby is like making love, it's between the two of you and no one else.

Plan to sit together, in thirty years, and make a list of crazy dreams from your past, present and future...


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