lunch date

I took this boy out on a lunch date recently. I signed him out from school and took him to a fancy restaurant. We chatted. We sipped exotic Italian drinks. We had briny appetizers from a far away ocean and soaked up the juices with lots of bread. We ordered two gelatos and shared. Lemon and dark chocolate.

He’s a gem, folks. You might want to think about an arrangement, if you know what I mean.

This boy admires the opposite sex. Not just ‘likes', but admires. He thinks girls are smart and funny and wonderful. He’s transparent and open about this. He often talks of his future wife with a clarity that is unusual to me. He knows that a good woman is a big part of his happy future. Oh he’s witty, too. So quick, and his grin is no small thing, either.

I took this picture and laughed. One day he’ll be out on a date of his own. He’ll be rocking a cool pose and nonchalance that is innate. This guy will be ‘deep’. He’ll be drawing funny pictures on the table cloth and making some sweet girl feel like a million dollars. Like the center of the universe. He’ll mean it, too.

I have a feeling he’ll want a smooch.

I kissed him afterwards. I couldn’t help it.

He’s got that little something about him.

But, it wasn’t our first date, was it?

And isn’t the magic of mothering being able to speculate on the future? To laugh and say, ‘Yes, this is so much fun and it just keeps getting better.' Every step of the way has been an overwhelming joy.

{I apologize for getting maudlin on you, but what the hell, you’re reading a mommy blog.}

I  highly recommend dates with your kids.

Over and out.

The give away, folks! The give away!