Yesterday was an exceptionally trying day. Nothing too dramatic or traumatic happened, except for the fact that I was trying to get through my Monday on just about 3 hours of sleep. By the time I got home Monday night, I could barely string 2 sentences together and was finding my nerves were fraying. And fast.
This is what my wonderful husband prepared for me:
We actually had 2 courses: starting with a piece of salmon, jasmine rice, and garden fresh zucchini (Scott doesn’t love lobster like I do); then finished with lobster for me and farm fresh corn on the cob for both of us.
The funny moment of the evening (again, remember I was exhausted) was when I brought the unopened bottle of wine outside for Scott to open. I handed him the bottle and corkscrew and said, “I give up”. It was a twist-off bottle. Yep, one of my finer blonde moments.
We sat outside on our patio with Bella snoozing by our feet, eating, talking, and just enjoying a beautiful August evening and each other. Best part? Cleanup involved a hose down of the patio.
I'm so lucky to have someone I can share lobster and laughs with – even when the laughs are at my own silly moments.