Since we started dating nearing fifteen years ago, fancy dinner dates have been a weekly tradition for Mr. Mickey and me. First, all of the restaurants closed, then he fell and broke his leg a few weeks ago. Our recent times together have been anything but fancy.
Now that he is driving and becoming much more independent, I decided to provide us with an elegant Friday date night. I asked him to show up dressed for dinner, which involved adding a blazer to his track pants-boot combo.
I dressed in a pearl-embellished blouse and black pants with pearl jewelry and red suede pumps.
I dimmed the lights, and there was soft jazz playing in the background. We spent the evening recalling many of the memorable times we’ve shared and talked about what we liked best about each of those outings.
I was able to locate some fresh-picked locally grown strawberries to top warm banana nut bread and Madagascar vanilla gelato for dessert.
Mr. Mickey hasn’t stopped smiling since.
We cherish every moment and make the most of what we have. Sometimes it becomes too easy to dwell on what you have lost.