Traditions are a part of Christmas for lots of couples and Chris and I are no different. I already mentioned that we started a new tradition for our tree this year. However, one tradition that hasn’t changed is our annual ice skating date. When Chris asked me to go ice skating the first year we were together I was excited because I thought it would be like a Hallmark movie. We would glide along the ice like two lovebirds in Market Square, drink hot cocoa, and question how we ever lived apart. False. Y’all, I could not have been more wrong. Chris skates as smooth as butter melts and I look like a newborn baby deer on ice. Over the years I’ve gotten better at skating but Chris literally skates circles around me because hockey. That’s why. Really though, we end up having the best time when we go ice skating and it reminds me why I love my husband so much. He holds my hand the entire time and lets me ride the “Kibler Express” which means he pulls me around the rink when I get tired. Let it be known that I only fell once this year but the giant bruise on my “ice” is still loud and proud two weeks later so I obviously made my one fall count. Regardless of the severity of my bruise, I got to see Christopher help his cousin Jackson learn to ice skate and (similar to the Grinch) my uterus grew 3 sizes that day.
Until next time,
Carly