Sandy and I were greatly pleased and warmed by all the good wishes for our anniversary. We talked about it all day and kept returning to make sure we didn’t miss any. Thank you so much.
Our friend from Kansas City, Elaine Fry, was in town and joined us for fine dining on the patio. Our menu included burgers from the grill with chips and fresh pineapple wedges. We toasted with the most expensive champagne we’ve ever had (thanks again, Jeff and Jennifer) and ended with a glass of excellent wine topped off with dessert of ice cream with chocolate syrup, a sprinkle of sliced almonds, and a splash of Kahlua.
But wait, there was more. We were serenaded all evening by a gifted toad baritone that performed one love song after another less than ten feet from our lakeside table. Thinking Disney? Huh? I couldn’t have arranged for better entertainment. To make it all perfect, our soloist ended with the classic:
Won’t be just any night,
Toad-night there will be no morning star.
I’ll see my love toad-night!
And for us, stars will stop where they are.
It gave me chills. You should have been there.