Brian went on a "company retreat" last weekend to this lovely bit of heaven:
"Situated 23 miles southwest of the San Francisco International Airport, The Ritz-Carlton, Half Moon Bay provides a magnificent backdrop for the perfect Northern California coast vacation. Whether you are roasting marshmallows and making s’mores in your own terrace fire pit or relaxing on the bluff after a rejuvenating spa treatment, our Resort offers a stunning destination for your next getaway. Enjoy innovative cuisine in our ocean-view restaurants, two championship golf courses and miles of walking trails at the most romantic setting in Northern California."
But this post really isn't about his weekend of luxury, or the fact that I didn't get to go, but rather spent the weekend tending to a very sick little girl while not feeling so hot myself. Yes, I am harboring some resentment. Anyway, this post is about what happened while Brian was retelling to me some of the events of his getaway. Here's how it went:
I was laying in bed Sunday morning while Brian was ironing church clothes and he began telling me about his trip. At one point Ashlyn had made her way into our bed to cuddle up next to me, as she often does in the mornings. Brian continued his story-telling, not really thinking that Ashlyn was paying any attention. And then he stated, "Oh, and I saw a naked man this weekend."
This immediately sparked some interest in Ashlyn. She was all ears. Brian then started telling me about the layout of the hotel, leading up to how he saw said naked man. Ashlyn didn't like this shift in the conversation and pretty soon she piped in with, "Daddy. Wait. Pause the story. Where was the naked man?"
After a good laugh, Brian continued on with the story. Most of the rooms face the ocean and as Brian and a fellow co-worker were walking along the path leading down to the beach, Brian noticed that several doors were open. As he passed the first door, he looked and saw a cleaning crew. The second door, nothing. But lo and behold, standing in the doorway of the third open door, a naked man. Completely nude. Facing the ocean with his hands on his hips.
Ashlyn: So, where was the naked man?
Followed by: I wish I could see a naked man.
And then: What room was he in?
So, if you see Ashlyn and she tells you that her daddy saw a naked man, or that she wishes she could see a naked man, you'll know why.
When I showed Brian the photos, he couldn't believe it. The first picture was taken on Brian's birthday in January '08, just before he decided to start loosing weight. I have to admit that when he first told me he was going to change his eating habits and start working out, I didn't take him very seriously. Why? Because up to that point he never cared about what he looked like or much about his health. It took a very high blood pressure reading to make him realize that he needed to change something. And he did. And he has kept off 65 pounds for over a year now. He shows serious self-control when it comes to food and he exercises at least 5 times a week. Of course I will love him no matter what he looks like, but I am very proud of him and what he has accomplished.
Stay tuned for a post about my baby boy's 2nd birthday...
