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May 9, 2010

It’s hard to remember a time before I knew you.

Filed under: Uncategorized — cjdaily @ 7:30 pm

It seems crazy that it’s Mother’s Day again.  Last year at this time, Belle needed help climbing up her little plastic slide.  Today she was flinging herself off of it in typical fearless two-year-old abandon.  I don’t really feel up to being the mother of a 2-year-old most days… it’s so much more work than being the mother of a tiny little baby.  She has opinions!  She has energy!  She has fashion sense that must not be challenged!  Like yesterday, when I was cleaning out my closet, and she was amusing herself by taking off her clothing to put on a new outfit consisting of a swimmy diaper, and her skirt (worn as a tube top).  And she’s all dancing around the room saying, “Look at me!” and I’m going, “It’s way to early for you to be dressing like a wasted co-ed on spring break!” 

This weekend has been rather fabulous and it’s not even over yet.  My sister took a weekend off from being very busy and important in the ER, and came home to shop with me and Belle during the day, and at night she and I dressed up like we actually have lives and hit up Swanky Bubbles for sushi and overpriced champagne cocktails.  There’s a definite feminine satisfaction to be derived from putting on your highest heels and teetering out into public for a few hours, even if you spend the next day massaging your achilles tendon and whining about how much it hurts to be beautiful. 

This morning while sipping coffee with the rest of my family, the Fed-ex truck rolled up and delivered a dozen of the most perfect roses, each one a different color.  I opened the card to find they were from Annabelle, wishing me a Happy Mother’s Day.   Jesse said it was her idea, and he lent her the money.  (Is it any wonder I adore him?)

If I need another reason to be insanely fond of my man, he’s taking me out tomorrow night to celebrate my birthday.  Now, my birthday isn’t until May 21st, but May is a very busy month at Edge.  So last month he came to me and said, “Take May 11th off of work.  It’s a Tuesday.”

“A Tuesday?” I said in consternation.  “What could possibly be going on, on a Tuesday?”

“We’re celebrating your birthday.”

“But on a Tuesday?  What are we doing?”

“Oh hush.  A surprise.  Don’t ask me anything.”

So, being me, I waited meekly until now and have not bothered him once to find out the birthday surprise.  I’m very patient like that.

Haha!  No, sorry, I couldn’t keep a straight face for that one either.  I’ve asked him every other day what we are doing, and as usual, he kept his secret without so much as a single hint.  Although I do rather enjoy this yearly theme of a birthday surprise trip, I finally begged him at least give me a city to narrow things down, as the height of my heel would be determined by the amount of walking we’d do. 

While I was puzzling out what might be happening on a Tuesday, I realized the date we were going out was two years and a day after our first date.  When I mentioned this to Jesse, with the superior air of Sherlock Holmes having cracked a difficult case, he looked at me pityingly and was like, “Yes, I know.

“Oh.”  I sat back, thinking hard.  “So is this like, connected to our anniversary?”

He shook his head at me and sighed.  Then, with a patient tone, he explained to me that we would be going out on the actual night of our first date–May 10th. 

“Ohhh!” I exclaimed as the light dawned.  “We’re going out on Monday night because it’s our 2 year anniversary?  All this time I was thinking we were doing something that could only be done on a Tuesday!”

Thank goodness he likes me, because sometime I am rather slow, mentally.  He has since been good enough to reveal to me that not only are we going out on our anniversary but we are going BACK to the restaurant where we had our first date!  I am beside myself with excitement, since 1. It is a very romantic and cute thing of him to plan, and 2. LaCroix, at the Rittenhouse in Philly, is a fabulous place to eat at any given time.  I’m glad I didn’t know before our first date just how nice it was or I would have been even more nervous.

I was so very nervous on our first date that my hands were literally shaking.  We had arranged to meet at the rooftop bar at Continental, and by time I got there I was so rattled I couldn’t even read the cocktail menu.  My eyes were scanning it but nothing was processing, and I felt like an idiot just staring at it while he was watching me, waiting to order, so I just pointed to one of the mixed drinks and said, “I’ll have this.”  I remember it was called a Mexico City, and the only ingredient I noted was tequila, and thinking, “Great, now he thinks I’m a hardcore alcoholic!”

I almost didn’t go out with him that night, I was so apprehensive.  I had never before agreed to go on a date with a total stranger, and my sister promised to call at 9:15, just in case I needed an emergency exit.  Needless to say, at 9:15 I just smiled and turned off my phone.  I’ve never been happier that I took a chance on a strange guy.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to going back and reminiscing about how goofy we both were, (he later confessed that he was totally nervous, too) and how it was 10:30pm and everyone else in the restaurant was gone before we even realised the waiters were all lingering around, waiting for us to go!  And I’m hoping to go to Parc the next morning, my fave brunch place, and just spend Tuesday with the guy I’m crazy about.  Cause I really can’t think of a better way to spend a Tuesday… or any day, really.

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