Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

Happiness is having the kids home…

Author: thenicknick

I wish I could adequately express how much it meant to me to have the kids home.  Umm.  Nope.  Not sure I can.

All I know is that it wasn’t the same without them this past week.  I miss them so very much when they aren’t around.  And I try so hard to make our time together special.  Apparently some of that has rubbed off on them.  They tried so hard to make my birthday special for me in return.

Rachel went way out of her way.  She organized a special birthday dinner with some adult assistance from her father’s roommate.  So, it was Ruth’s Chris for me.

And I love me some Ruth’s.

It was even better than eating it in the restaurant.  I was in comfy clothes, sitting at the coffee table, getting waited on hand and foot.  Too perfect.

The meal began with her bringing warmed bread in a basket, complete with butter.  I shared it because no one needs that many carbs.  Oh, and because I’m trying to work through being food selfish.  Practice makes perfect.

Then there was a yell from the kitchen.

Rachel: Are you ready for the next course?

They never do that at the restaurant.  Trust me.  In my past life, I was a regular.

Soon she brought me the salad.  It was the chopped salad.  My favorite!  And in my zeal to make space for it on the coffee table, I knocked over a glass of water.  I’m not sure who it belonged to.  And I didn’t even make an effort to clean it up.  Nope.  My night off.  I reached for the salad.

After the salad, she handed me tuna covered in lump crab.  I had a foodgasm just looking at it.  And the taste was even better than I remembered.  Crab and tuna.  It was practically heaven.

And for dessert, she had ordered a bread pudding.  No, there was no cake this year.  That’s okay, my thighs were plenty pleased with bread pudding.  In a true show of selflessness, I shared with the kids.

I like sharing with them.  I like doing things with them and having them around.  I like that we joke and play so much.  I like hearing about the tales of their trip.  And right now, I dread trying to figure out which weekend this month is mine.  Visitation schedules suck.

Oh, but my kids…true bliss.  I’m so lucky to have them, so lucky they are so special and thoughtful and kind.

No, I didn’t have to clean up at all.  Rachel and Keenan handled it.  Yay!  It was the perfect birthday dinner.  (Special thanks go out to Dave for making it possible.  My belly blows you kisses…)

From dinner, we headed out to the movies.  It was Eclipse, as promised.  And there was giggling and joking even during the movie.

It was the perfect low key birthday ever.  And I loved that my kids were such a big part of it.

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