It's Not a Dream

We were following our usual Sunday morning routine, both of us on our computers enjoying that first cup of coffee, when Victor says to me, "I want to get you something really special for your birthday." I blurted out, "A padded motorcycle seat?" because the seat I sit on can be a bit challanging to my lady parts. He replied, "No, this", and set his computer on my lap. It took several seconds for me to realize that I was looking at plane tickets to Rome. I looked at Victor, then back at the screen, back at Victor, and again to the screen. Thats when my brain went crazy with excitement and Im not sure what else I said, but I had goosebumps off and on all day as I kept repeating to myself, "We're goiing to Italy!" Still in a daze as I went to bed, I awoke at 4am unable to go back to sleep thinking about our upcoming trip, the reality of it kicking in. Thats when the tears came. Tears not just because I'm going to realize a lifetime desire, but mostly because Victor loves me and is making it happen...hang on while I go cry some more.

I'm going to Italy.