This post has proven to be surprisingly hard to write. The amount of words needed to adequately introduce you to my husband could not possibly be squeezed into such a small space.
One of his greatest passions is flying, and he has dedicated countless hours to obtaining his single engine instrument rated commercial license. We live close to the Moffett Federal Airfield and Matt always rushes onto the patio to watch the planes. Our dogs have begun to associate the sound of planes with something really exciting happening on the patio. As a result, the sound of air traffic now means I’m the only member of the family not frantically rushing to get outside and look up.
Matt is definitely the more cultured individual in this relationship. While I have expanded his culinary horizon, he has introduced me to the magical world of theatre, music (beyond my beloved country), and museums. I have come to appreciate the history of an area when we travel (hello, Normandy), but then I am always reminded how far I still have to go before I reach Matt’s level of cultured refinement (looking at you, Venus de Milo).