Today was my birthday. My beloved did all that he could to make it lovely. He made muffins in the morning, watched the kids during yoga, chased Johnny at the soccer game and even went to fabric store with me. I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure it was the first time he has ever been to fabric store in his life. This evening the sitter arrived promptly at 7:30 and we headed out to dinner. The vegetarian place had great entrees, but the dessert menu was not quite what we were looking for so we headed to the place that has flour less chocolate cake as a staple. We were seated in a raised booth not to far from the live jazz ensemble right in the center of the action. The hostess had mistakenly handed us regular menus so I volunteered to go and request the dessert list. I stood up and headed towards the hostess stand, except remember how I said we were seated in a raised booth? I forgot about that part and went sprawling onto the floor. I, of course, curtsied prettily to my laughing audience and gracefully continued on my errand. I remember thinking when I was a clumsy, gawky thirteen-year-old that some day I would be a grown woman, elegantly and polished. Apparently, at 32, I am not there yet. Yeesh.
3 years ago