Jonney and I have a special Christmas day

Tonight, I'm baking an apple pie for my family's Christmas celebration. Usually, on school breaks, I spend a good deal of time sleeping, taking depressing baths, and baking. I make more cookies than the dog could ever want. But tonight, I am only making one apple pie. The rest of the night will be spent whining that I'm bored and I miss Jonney.

He's flying out to Minneapolis on Saturday for nearly a week, and last night was the last time I'll see him until his joyous return on the second. It was a good last night. We went to Lugano, a local Italian restaurant, and had fine Italian dinner. After that, we all bundled up into snowboard pants and coats, big gloves and hats, extra layers of sleeves and scarves, and drove in the most giant truck to the sledding park.

The sledding park is a very large park in the middle of Salt Lake City with this huge hill that, as you stand at the foot of it, looks like a snow-covered Ayers Rock. By which I mean straight up. On the sides of the hill, there are slower descents which people climb up to get to the peak. I only sledded down twice, both times with Jonney securing me from falling off the sled, and both times off the small and slow descent. The small and slow descent which nonetheless went long and fast.

At one point, Jonney and I were down near the bottom and started veering towards a thicket. I screeched, "STEER!" and Jonney pulled the rope to make the sled stop, the both of us tumbling off, laughing hysterically. "Steer where?" He asked later, and I told him the thicket was about to envelop us into its brown, stickly arms. He could steer any which way and we would have been safe.

But we had a wonderful time, sledding with Jonney's mom and her boyfriend. We had hot chocolate and watched other people sled in the terrible round discs, sliding out and spinning round and round, and then watched Jonney repeatedly hike up the hill with his snowboard on his back all to ride down the hill for perhaps fifteen seconds. He wore no coat, only gloves and a hat. When we piled in to the most giant truck to go home, he held out his arm and said, "Look! Feel how hot I am!" He wasn't at all hot. He was a clammy sort of lukewarm, and so I rubbed it with my warm hands, and snuggled up to him.

Later, we decided that this was the worst kind of day to have before not seeing each other. We should have had a boring day, where saying goodbye was almost easy. But no, we had a great day, and now I miss him already.