It wasn’t really an “affirmation of life” thing. It wasn’t even (really) and anniversary thing.
We just had some money from anniversary cards last night and decided to go out to eat… somewhere nice. We almost never do that.
When was the last time? Let’s say only that (1) I don’t recall and (2) that I’m pretty sure we were invited or we wouldn’t have thought to go.
It was nice. The two of us went to Yia Yia’s (when it’s a Wednesday night on the first anniversary of 9/11, they can seat you right away, apparently), ordered three appetizers instead of a ‘real’ meal (the shrimp was great, the crab cakes were excellent, and the other thing I can never remember the name of was sort of salty, but good), then we had some desert.
We joked, [I] had some wine, and we talked about nothing I can recall at the moment. We relaxed.
Then we drove home. I made fun of the road construction and Jackie laughed from the driver’s seat of my truck. Justin was sleeping soundly, guarded by two dogs that were very happy to see us.
That’s the way it’s supposed to work: just like it would have worked a year and a day ago.
It was a pretty good night.
