I am grateful for us. You and I committed to each other on NYE midway through the 17th hour, leaning into the New Year, and our adventure, exploring life on terms we defined and living first for one another. Tonight we will raise glasses and toast this milestone of time, our anniversary and the knowledge that we would both do it again.
Curious, the room fell quiet as he, in his seductive Cuban accent, explained that hearing was the only sense not experienced when drinking a fine wine. One saw the beautiful claret color or the sparkling white. One inhaled the fine bouquet in preparation for that first taste, feeling the liquid as it passed over the lips and into the mouth, down the throat and into your soul. But, he added, it was never heard.