It’s unlikely one would accuse my husband of being a sappy romantic. But then there are moments when you find proof to the contrary. He spent several months down in Argentina after we met. During his travels, he wrote out my name with pebbles in the Andes mountains somewhere by Mendoza. I have yet to visit this beautiful country. But I smile when I think that my name was somewhere there. Hopefully one day I’ll get to see this place.