So my husband may be the most amazing man on the planet. Okay. He is the most amazing man on the planet- for a lot of reasons. But what does that have to do with the picture above??
That's where he's taking me for my birthday! If anyone can understand how much I whole-heartedly adore New York City, it's him. I mean, he is the one who has to listen me obnoxiously gab about "If we were in New York right now, we could do this," or "Today would be a great day to walk around Central Park," or "I could really go for some [insert one of my plethora of favorite cafes, bakeries, vine bars, etc.] right now." He listens patiently as I spit every lyric of Empire State of Mind. He understands. It has been engrained in him. Manhattan is my favorite place in the world.
How lucky am I to be to be going with my favorite person in the world to my favorite place in the world on my birthday?
More lucky than I ever deserve to be.
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