Monday, August 3, 2009

A love story

Last night our flight home from Newark was delayed.
While I sighed sleepily, Dustin offered to get me something to drink.
He returned with my second favorite soda (my favorite wasn't available, he informed me) and a deck of "I love NY" cards. He challenged me to a game of Rummy. (a favorite vacation activity for me, not so much for him).
He knows my favorite things, he knows I adore surprise gifts, he knows me.
(P.s. He beat me in Rummy. By a lot. But I love him anyway.)