On my birthday, my husband tweeted…
So I, his loving wife, sent him a direct message on Twitter…
At this point, Rick logs off Twitter and I can only assume in an effort to keep our marriage spicy by communicating on various social media platforms, sends me a text….
“It’s a beautiful lyric from a John Denver song.”
And I write back…
“Oh. That’s really nice. I’m not too familiar with that song. I thought your Twitter account has been hacked.”
In my defense, my local congressman says a lot of Twitter accounts have been hacked. And I never heard Rick ramble about forests or his senses so I was genuinely concerned about his well being.
The night of my birthday we went to an amazing restaurant called Blue Hill at Stone Barns. We immediately run into a couple we used to know from the city who are getting married next month. MARRIED. FOR THE FIRST TIME. I can’t even believe it. Because I feel like I got married roughly 300 years ago.
So after we say our goodbyes to them, I say…
“Look at them – doing the tasting for their wedding in a few weeks. It’s so romantic. I want to get married again!”
“To me?” Rick asks.
“Yeah, sure it could be you.”
Before Rick is completely overwhelmed by my lavish compliments, the courses start coming. There is no menu. The chef just sends out the freshest, most creative, incredible food. Although I did make a request for no innards. Because animal organs just bum me out.
For some reason, the first appetizer is just two potato chips which was really for the best because I was completely stuffed at the end of this meal of many courses.
But in the beginning, we were offered two chips, a big one and a little one.
I gave Rick the big one even though it was my birthday. My love really knows no bounds.
Thanks honey for a perfectly wonderful birthday.
You light up my senses in the John Denver forest. Or something like that.