…your shout of glee, your sagging training pants and orange striped socks, joyful toddler leaping to daddy’s arms, flying across the open expanse between coffee table and couch without fear, without thought to falling, landing against daddy’s chest to bounce off and do it again and again and again, neither of you tiring until the last leap, ending in the inevitable knock on daddy’s head with tight fist, ‘body home? ‘body home? squealing with laughter as daddy knocked back “anybody home?” and then you lean in, slumping into daddy as he breaths in a slow breath of sweet toddler sweat as you rise and fall against the beating of his heart.
Mr. C. joined me for lunch today. We went to The Bistro, a little restaurant that is run by the Culinary Arts & Hospitality programs here at Yukon College where I work. The menu this week is East Indian, and loving curry the way we do, we couldn’t pass it up. I love this little bistro. The walls are rich golden yellow, like the mane of a lion, and beautifully display the work of local artists, so that everywhere you look you are surrounded by beauty. The furniture is dark, the chairs are cushioned, the waiters are attentive and dressed impeccably in black and white. There are only two things on the menu, and the menu changes every 2 weeks. It’s open by reservation on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. The culinary arts students run the kitchen, and the hospitality students run the dining room. I love supporting the students in this endeavor. And honestly, you can’t get better downtown. You just can’t. They also make the best coffee. I think I drank a whole pot. I’m fighting a cold, and the caffeine has now got me quite alert and upright in my chair. I hope it will see me through the rest of the afternoon, because all I want to do when I get home is put on my jammies and curl up into the corner of the couch with the TV and my knitting.
I love going out for lunch with Mr. C. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been married for over 32 years. It doesn’t matter that we go to sleep and wake up together. All that intimacy of living together doesn’t change the fact that when we are away from the house and out of our routine we have the best conversations ever. The best. We talk about all kinds of things. Today we talked about some of the things we look forward to doing after retirement: researching & making recipes for all manner of ethnic foods; spending afternoons on the boat and exploring the hiking & mountain biking trails in the Shuswap area. I talked about what I will miss when I leave my job at Yukon College (the institution is doing great things, with more great things coming and I’m sorry I won’t be a part of it) and he talked about how busy his summer is looking to be at the flight school. I talked about suddenly wanting/needing to do one more dance performance before we move. We talked non-stop for an entire hour between bites – enjoying the good food, good coffee, good service and each other’s good company. This always happens when we go out on a date. After 32 years we still love spending time together. After 32 years we still haven’t run out of things to talk about. And the best part? I know that we never will.
This is my 3rd installment of Just Write, an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments. I am linking up with The Extraordinary Ordinary. (Please see the details here.)