Every single day on our way to work I pester my wife about how much I love the swan and how I want to go meet him/her and how beautiful it is. I'm sure she is sick of hearing about this stupid swan! But she patiently honored my one Christmas wish: to feed the swan. It was disgustingly cold out so we only stayed a few minutes.
Maybe I'm a "little touched" but watching that swan makes me so happy. He/she really enjoyed the bread but, contrary to internet advice, swans don't like greens. At least not iceberg lettuce. Maybe the Nichols Hills swan doesn't want any peasant fodder?
I'm so outrageously lucky to have someone who puts up with my childlike idiosyncrasies.
