When we arrived at our booth, he insisted on sitting next to me on the same side. I nearly shed a tear at the gesture. He was the perfect date, excited about being there, about the menu choices, about being just the two of us, about the carb-loading he accomplished.
We held hands walking back to our car, loaded with take-home bags. I promised him we'd do it again.
|He could not be more excited to be on a date with Mommy. That, or, to choose his cheesecake flavor. Maybe both.|