It’s my beloved husband’s birthday today. We decided a while ago that we don’t want things but adventures together. These adventures can be tiny, like a new dog walk, or big, where we need to get on a plane.
His birthday adventure is a trip to Amsterdam. I booked this back in May and I’ve kept it quiet until today. This is a minor miracle. I have a big gob and I overshare. I have no clue how I’ve kept this to myself.
We’ve got restaurant recommendations from my friend Martine, we’ve got a guide book and we’ve got 48 hours somewhere new to explore together.
Happy birthday, sweetie!