I’ve had a cascade of small epiphanies that seem quite random until I realized I was having an entire series of unwelcome realizations. I think I’ll start adding them as blog posts.
I was watching a tv show the other day when a cheesy commercial for tourism to Napa came on, romantic couples waving in a surprisingly un-drunk manner as they fly over vineyards in a hot air balloon. I realized, my husband will never make that kind of gesture. He will never get tickets for a hot air balloon, hoist me like a scarecrow on the bow of a ship or whisk me away to the Eiffel tower. Because he is deathly afraid of heights.