Sometimes, words fail. They can’t convey certain sentiments or capture extraordinary (but fleeting) moments. While memories are vivid, real, and full of feeling, words can seem woefully inadequate. And oftentimes after a special experience, I find myself clinging to the memory—unwilling to put pen to paper, anxious that my own words will prove trite or deficient.
So I hesitated. I didn’t write because I didn’t want to lose even an ounce of the special, silly, wonderful memory of Napa Valley with husband. Running through vineyards, tasting a million different wines, listening to cheesy pop songs.
Of course, the food was delicious, and the wine was superb. But—and here is where the words fail—I won’t be able to explain the thought and care behind this incredible adventure. For months, my husband secretly planned a weekend that he knew I would love. He coordinated and checked schedules and made reservations. He booked flights, researched vineyards, and arranged tastings. It was a birthday surprise that was so thoughtful and so… perfect. And as he always does, he made me feel so lucky and so very loved.