The Fallacy of Traditional Fairy Tales

On embracing the mess of what's in front of us and finally writing our own

My lovey at Hen of The Wood in Watbury, Vermont. (and also oh my goodness that lime tart)

Hello beautiful human,

Last night was Dave's and my ten-year anniversary. He swept me off to Hen of The Wood in Waterbury, a restaurant that rightfully earns its need for a reservation made three months in advance so here I am – late sending out this newsletter. 

The entire evening caught me by surprise. What he told me was going to be a casual date night at our local inn quickly turned into something out of a romantic comedy. We arrived to the waitstaff wishing us a happy anniversary before being ushered to a table lit with candles and a card signed by the chef.

The whole night felt surreal — much like my life these days. It was full of hilarious conversation about our first dates and their many unsaid truths. Of course, the evening was also full of kind waitstaff and all the delicious food we could fit into our bellies.

While most people think our love story was a traditional fairy tale — a singula…