I got home from school today and Stephen told me right away, "Dad wants you to call him. He said something about going out for dinner."
Who-ee! I don't care how old I get or how many years we've been married, there's still a giddy high-school girl in me that loves to be asked out by my honey.
I called him and he said, "So, are you available tonight?"
"Where are we going?"
"I can't tell you."
"Hmm, a surprise?"
"Well, not really. Here's the deal," he explained. Apparently his female boss was to meet three women from out of town for dinner tomorrow, and now can't, so she asked Paul's only male co-worker to fill in for her. The co-worker, in turn, asked Paul to come along and keep him company tomorrow evening with these women, and Paul said yes, on one condition. "I can't say yes unless I take Zo out tonight."
Good answer. Good man.
Sure, I could be upset that he didn't just think of all this date stuff spontaneously, but I am choosing to rejoice that he has prioritized a nice dinner with me in the name of pleasure (self-preservation?) before entertaining strangers in the name of business.
"Then, should I keep my school dress on?"
"Well, it's Mountain Branch. You don't need to, but you can."
I will. Dressing up makes it feel all the more special.
Lalalallalalaallaa. I'm so excited. It's been a while since we had a nice romantic evening.