6 little words that made EVERYTHING better. Short of 2 shots of tequila and a cigar (which is NOT what I would of EVER ever ever drank or did before - Mum, not me, no siree).

Today, ahhh today (I know I said I needed a moment, but well, I just need to shoot this off first) had a few crap moments.
I suppose the swelly water (2-3 meters, I mean seriously the swell was almost coming up the back of our boat, it was SMASHING underneath us so hard, that we would HOP, the table would hop - it was yucka make not a lick of sense swell) that gave Ever and I seasickness AGAIN - man oh man, are we tired of that.
It was 20-25 knots of wind, good sailing wind, good good sailing wind. BAD BAD wind for Lori.
Before I begin. Michel is the Captain, no matter what is going on in our relationship, marriage, etc, there is NO equality on this boat. He is the boss, I do as he says. PERIOD. Im so okay with this...

Michel EXPLICITLY gave me instructions to POINT our BOAT to some degree or another towards the wind (details are not really needed). DEAD straight into the wind Lori, DEAD straight so he could pull the main sail down (now, you just wait until my next post about our wonderful MAIN SAIL, and our fun bonding over it yesterday! ohhh ahhhh fun and BONDING?).
So, being we were USING the wind to sail us towards the harbour (so we are NOT dead straight into the wind), I thought, it may be in our best interest and EASIEST for Michel to pull the sail down if I turned the boat to FACE THE WIND.
Oddly enough Michel agreed full heartedly with that!
Unfortunately for Lori, it took time for said boat to move around into the wind. I suppose it must of been expected of me to stop the earths rotation and slip it around, or make text Mother Nature, God, Buddha, Allah, or whom ever and ask for them to do their *thing*, and move the boat INSTANTANEOUSLY dead into the wind.
I didn't, it didn't, and it took time (plus I WAS not too un SCARED (is this a word, I think not) for me to move it SLOWLY, if I went to fast, I would of knocked Michel off the boat with the boom into the water. Which was full of 2-3 meter swells, big tides, waves, current, etc. But I did move it.
Not to Captain Michels happiness or pleasure, and out flies the YELLATHON.
Tempted as I was to join in, I didn't, I walked back into the saloon, and sat down, looking at the gorgeous view, grunting under my breath.

A little hand reaches out for me and in the sweetest voice, batting the longest eyelashes with big blue eyes underneath comes these words: *Mumma, Ever LOVES you SOOOO much.*

Everything is good with the world.