June 23, 1933

Diary,

After I finished writing last time, I cuddled up to my wonderful husband and asked him if he wanted to go hunting, and if I could call the kids. He said that there was no need to go hunting, and that I could not call the kids. I was upset about not being able to call the kids, but gave up and tried to push it out of my mind. I want my Carlisle to be happy. No about the no need to hunt part, I was really confused. I was getting very thirsty and my throat was hurting me pretty badly. So I looked towards Carlisle and frowned, and gave him a very confused look. He giggled at me and told me to hold on. He left the room, and came back in a flash with a room service cart with two wine glasses and a metal tray with a cover on it. I frowed again even more confused, trying to figure out what he was doing, we can't drink wine. Carlisle began to laugh at me again, and pulled the cover off of the tray to reviel a wine bottle. Now I was getting slightly annoyed, but something smelled good. I was so confused, until he pulled out the wine bottle and poured it into the glasses, and handed one to me. It was warm, and didn't look like wine. In fact it looked and smelled like blood. We lightly clinked our glasses together and drank, it was blood. My Carlisle will never cease to amaze me. He filled several bottles with blood and ordered a special wine cooler that actualy warms the bottle rather than keep it cold. I love that he knows I do not really enojoy hurting animals. To bad we can not do this all the time.

Once we were finished with our 'wine' we decided to go for a walk out in the starlight. We walked for quite a while, when I decided I wanted to lay in the snow with him and just look at the stars. We laid under the stars till the night sky began to brighten and become day. Once the sun had almost completly risen we ventured back to the resort and got our skiing stuff. Carlisle laughed a little more when he realized I had not brought clothing that would seem appropriate for skiing, I am pretty sure if he could he would have been blushing. We skiied all day long and finaly returned to our resort suit. We had just been laying in bed and talking more and I started to feel a little upset about the kids again. So I decided to go for a short walk by myself to write in you and let you know everything. Now I am starting to miss my wonderfully amazing husband so I am going to go back and cuddle with him more, and maybe see if I can get him to let me just at least call and check up on the kids. I don't know why I worry about them so much. I just do. What can I say, I am a MOM.

Always,
Esme