One of my best years … probably due in part to being surrounded by people who love each other, love me, love others … the posts I’ve done on love (with more still to come this month) … it was just a lovely V-Day all around. Mike took me out-of-town for the weekend then surprised me with dinner reservations to an undisclosed destination with a golfing buddy of his and his wife. We ended up at Banbury Golf Course for a fabulous! four course dinner with some foods I had never eaten before. Oh my, oh my, were we full upon leaving but of course we lapped up every delicious morsel. Wonderful ending to a fun weekend. Thanks Babe!
On Valentine’s Day I decided to turn the tables on him and prepared a new recipe Megan had given me some time back — Chicken Cordon Bleu, accompanied with Roasted Red Potatoes and steamed asparagus, garlic-buttered baguette bread and a salad. I made this decision Monday morning, then called my mom and Boise kids to join us. Why not spread the love, right?
The best part of my day happened at work around 11:30 when the elevator doors opened and, unexpectedly, out stepped a little blonde-haired, brown-eyed boy holding a handmade Valentine and wearing the new shirt, jeans, and shoes I’d given him for Valentine’s the night before (and his daddy said he had to take the singing V-card with him in the car so they could hear “I Can’t See Me Lovin’ Nobody but You” over and over and over and over.) I looked at him, he looked at me, and my heart melted right there through my eyes as he toddled over to me with a big smile on his face holding out his prize possession to give me. Where art thou o camera when thoust needest thee most? My heart melted a little more when I got a call from Sydney. I didn’t hear anything on the other end but Megan asked if I heard that kiss being blown my way. Of course I heard that! (Thank you kids!)
So the dinner hour was set, and when my guests arrived they were banned from the confines of the kitchen — pre and post-dinner. They all raved over the meal (thank you Megan), but I think the most special touch was the dimmed lights, candles burning, fine china (that was once my mother-in-laws), fine silver (ditto), crystal goblets (ditto) … and [screech] paper napkins. After dinner, I served these cute little cakes (that I can’t take credit for making) that topped off a special time around our dining room table (ditto). It was love remembered when she used to serve us on special occasions. The table has turned. To serve and to be served — how much more can we express our love for others than that?
And then when dinner was over, the little guy climbed up into Grampa’s empty chair. My camera was sitting on the table so without picking it up I took a few shots. He was pretty proud of himself, but the best one is the kiss he was blowing his mommy. She’s a great mommy and she just got served.