My one hope of yesterday came true. The hubster and I were high up on the ferris wheel at the Topsfield Fair (our county fair) at dusk.
Romantic is not a word that readily comes to someone's mind when they think of me. Pragmatic or sentimental, surely, but romantic, never. In fact I think I am one of the few Jane Austen fans that read her books for the social commentary rather than the romantic denouement. So I did surprise myself when I thought a sunset ride on the ferris wheel for the day after our 9th wedding anniversary last night would be perfect.
It was. Especially after we took a moment to check out how the judging went for my Digitessa socks. (Please ignore where I crudely photoshopped my real name)
If you can imagine it, I totally did a little happy-happy dance right then and there. There is still a 10 year old girl inside this jaded, middle aged knitter. It was nice to spend some time with her again.