A snippet of conversation from our anniversary dinner out at Oleana: (Which, if you ever find yourself in Cambridge, MA in need of a meal, holy mother of deliciousness; that place is good. Maybe my favorite meal in Mass, yet. They were not, however, exceptionally speedy.)
Deja: Is this not taking just a wee bit long?
Sam: Yep. My theory is this: they're killing the duck by sleep deprivation.
Somehow, that killed me. Oh, that still kills me. Sleep deprivation. Let us be together for a million more years, and let me always remember that: sleep deprivation.
We have fun, Sam and I. It's been a rocky two years in some categories of our lives, but we have a real good time. And since we had already exchanged gifts the Saturday before (we couldn't wait!), Sam set up a sort of card scavenger hunt for Tuesday morning. He handed me a card, which was sweet and silly and funny, and then it pointed me to a particular spot on the bookshelf where there was another, which pointed me to another spot on the bookshelf, and another, and another. And by the time I got to the last card, I was in tears, full-blown tears, and also in love. Gosh, I love that guy.