June 5th.
In 1986 it was my 6th month milestone, in 2004 it was the day I graduated from high school, in 2007 it marked 1 month of marriage, and in 2009 it was one of the best days I’ve ever had. Like top 20. Maybe even top 10, except I still worked all day. So top 20.
It was date night. Last Friday we had date night too, so I was surprised DanO wanted to have them back to back rather than spread the love. But, he was remarkably excited for this date night and could not be swayed to delay it. A 5:00 reservation at the Rainforest Cafe was made. DanO was really excited to go to the Rainforest Cafe. I mean unusually excited to go to the Rainforest Cafe. Animatronic gorillas must really do it for him, I thought.
Also, DanO points out, we have something hugenormous to celebrate: My half-birthday!
Speaking of hugenormous:
Here’s 35 weeks worth of baby hanging off the front of me. ‘Hugenormous’ applies to me of course, not the skinny girl standing to my right. Next time I should pick a more forgiving visual comparison/scale (I say that with as much love as a jealous preggo possibly can).
Moving on.
When we arrived at the restaurant, we were asked if we’re “the two”. “We’re two,” I said, “but I don’t know if we’re the two.” Then there was some hullabaloo amongst the serving staff about which way to lead us through the restaurant to our table. This girl must be new, I thought.
She finally committed to a route and led us toward our table… through a narrow area between two occupied tables [see: hugenormous]. I was kind of miffed, looking at the gap she expected me to waltz through without pulling the pillow out from under my shirt (“Here, DanO. Hold this.”). Then, get this, she stopped short of the narrow walkway and directed us to sit at an already occupied table.
For the love! Who does the hiring around here?
And then I realized, through my (pregnant) angst, that the people occupying said table WERE MY PARENTS.
My very first thought was “Is Dan going to propose?!”. It just felt like that kind of out of body surprise experience, you know? But then I looked down at the fake size 6 ring that I bought on my left hand, and knew that wasn’t going to be the case.
“We have a baby shower to crash!” Debby said. And then, as Piaget would say, my disequilibrium was remedied and I was able to make sense of it all. My parents had (unbeknownst to me) flown in for the weekend to attend my baby shower on Saturday! Holy buckets what a huge surprise!
Ok, you’re right. Maybe it was top 10.
(Also: hello, pale skin! I cannot win with picture companions/comparisons this week!)
so cute, so cute, so cute….!!!
Thank you! Even though we’ve been married over 4 years, I every so often think “oh, is he going to propose here? that would be perfect/cute/romantic/whatever!” What is that about?! Glad to hear someone else does it too…:)