A few months ago a friend asked me what I wanted to do for my fortieth birthday.
I thought for a second and said,
"You know... what I REALLY want is for my mother to fly in for the weekend and stay with my kids so that K and I can go away together."
My words must have flown on tiny wings from my mouth to her ears because a few days later she asked me if I would like it if she did just that.
K and I made plans to go to a resort in the mountains.
Grandma Seattle arrived Friday afternoon and he and I skipped to my lou all the way to the car.
At the posh resort there were luxuries beyond my wildest imagination.
I slept and slept and slept.
I ate giant bowls of blackberries and heaps of nova for breakfast.
We took long hikes in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains, went on a garden and history tour, enjoyed deep tissue massages and creme brulée.
But that was NOTHING compared to my present.
For my present, K made it happen.
Oh, yes he did.
In all his HOTNESS, he was a Park Ranger!
I now know National Park Ranger's secrets of love and I can tell you...
National Park Rangers keep their hats on.
BOW CHICKA BOW WOW!!
Consider me National Park Serviced.
With this kind of welcome, I'm walking right in the door of forty and making myself at home.