...the movie, "Notting Hill".
There. I said it. You can all snicker behind my back. Go ahead. Just come back when you are done.
First off, Norbert was 18 months old before Myfanwe and I had a proper postpartum date. And when we did, it was dinner and a movie. And the movie was Notting Hill.
I love the garden bench. "For June who loved this garden from Joseph who always sat beside her." And I loved the quirky friends and family. And I loved that, like me, William fell madly in love with Anna at first site.
And, possibly its most profound line: "Happiness wouldn't be happiness without a violin-playing goat." I mean, that is so deep.
Myfanwe and I have discussed this, and when I die, instead of a tombstone, I'd like a little stone bench. Nothing fancy, but big enough that Myfanwe could come and visit, sit a spell, and tell me a little about what's going on in her life.