A match made in heaven

A model of the church and tower. 

On Wednesday evening, Jesse and I went out on a date. We felt so lucky to score sitters for the night (sisters from Portland whom we met at church)! So while the boys were playing a few rounds of Sorry and getting tucked into bed by newfound friends, Jesse and I enjoyed dinner at a touristy Danish style restaurant, then carried on to the Round Tower in the center of the city. The Tower was built in the 1600s, is attached to a beautiful church, and is topped by the oldest astronomical observatory in Europe. Although we were there after hours so couldn't tour the tower in full, it was exciting to walk up the steep, old, old, old spiral ramp that constitutes the interior of the tower. Our destination was the library hall, accessed about halfway up. Today it's a huge gallery space but 350 years ago the big room housed the University of Copenhagen's entire book collection. We were there with tickets for a cello concert, held in the far end of the hall; the rest of the hall is presently taken up with a fun and funky hat exhibit!

Crazy hats of all shapes, colors, and sizes!

The concert was intimate, perhaps 50 in attendance, and we were delighted to sit all of 10 feet from the musicians.

The cellist was wonderful. What's more, through the course of the concert we were treated to two pieces that unexpectedly paired cello with....you'll never guess....accordion! Yes, really. One of the two duets was an experimental, crazy work that sounded like the soundtrack to a horror movie (seriously, it made "Night on a Bald Mountain" by Mussorgsky—known in our house as "the scary one" and which William adores—sound like a chipper commercial jingle in comparison). But the other was incredibly beautiful, romantic and melancholy and lyrical all at once. We loved it.



Over dinner Jesse and I had been talking about marriage, and about how thankful we are for each other and for our marriage. And how that's no small thing. We also had commented on how similar we are in so many fundamentally important ways. Of course there are still days when I feel like we're as odd a pairing as a cello and an accordion—but I guess even that can work!  :)

My handsome husband.

Hopefully this works: Here's a little phone video Jesse shot.