Three years ago today, a smart, funny, and very handsome man signed himself up for a lifetime of visiting ALL THE MUSEUMS every time he goes on vacation with me.
But, to be fair we were married in a museum and read the following as part of the ceremony:
The heart is a living museum. In each of its galleries, no matter how narrow or dimly lit, preserved forever like wondrous diatoms, are our moments of loving and being loved. - Diane Ackerman, A History of Love
He knew exactly what he was getting himself into.