Only we could have our very own Valentine’s Day, special to us, exclusive. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.
I think back to that night in Paris, five years ago now, and how cranky I was as we got lost trying to find the Eiffel Tower. I mean, who does that? Who gets lost trying to find such a massive landmark, such a gorgeous work of architecture? We do. But I also remember sitting on a bench along the way, my feet blistered and sore, my back aching from all the walking we’d done that day, and despite my aggravation I couldn’t think of anywhere else in the world I wanted to be more than right there, lost in Paris, with you.
We eventually made it to the Eiffel Tower and it was even more amazing, more wonderful than I’d expected it to be. And then it got better… you gave me a ring and you gave me a promise that your heart was mine for always. It wasn’t meant to be a proposal but the Spanish family next to us thought it was and started clapping. (In all actuality, it was a proposal because we got married only a year later.)
And now, as promised in my card this morning, your gift.
I wish I could give you the world, my darling. I’d give you the sun and stars, the sea and trees… all you’d have to do is ask.
Sadly, I can’t give you the world because I’m only small, only one in billions, but I can give you the best view of our world that anyone could possibly have.
The tickets are booked… pick a date and a time and we’ll see the world from the very top.