I had a lunch date with my husband/best friend the other day and we started reminiscing about the good old days. It’s funny how you can look back at the years that you had very little and feel like you were so rich.
1977…I’ve got a baby in my arms and a toddler holding on to my knees and my husband walks in with a HUGE bouquet of flowers that a street vendor sold him at a red light for $1.00. My smile could have lit up Carnegie Hall.

1978…My exhausted husband comes home to a candlelit dinner with beef ribs (a rare treat) and a freshly baked cake.Though the ribs fall apart and the cake collapses, he tells me it is the best dinner EVER!

We talked all through lunch about the fun, silly, romantic things we used to do that cost almost nothing but got us through the best and worst of times.
“Remember the big slice of seven layer cake you used to bring me from the bakery on South Beach?” I ask. He starts to laugh and says, “Promise you won’t get mad if I tell you something?” I look at him puzzled. ” Remember how I always used to say, eat it all my love, I want you to enjoy every last bit of it. You thought I was being SO generous. Well… the truth is.. I ate the other piece on the way home!”
I look at him and smile. “You never fooled me sweetie…Remember the big sloppy kiss I always gave you before I ate the cake?”
P.S. Those were the days!
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A very sweet memory which reminds me of the Rita Coolidge song “The Hungry Years.” (the happy parts of the song without regrets).
Be happy.
(I’m so glad you responded, yak – cuz now I can reply using you. Gotta get my laptop fixed one of these days.)
Debi, I loved this story. It’s so true – have a lunch date or a dinner and movie date, whatever. But those times are so precious and so important when you connect again and just CHAT about the days when you were younger and more obviously in love.
All the little things that were so touching… I really LOVED that Seven Layer Cake story.
We’re about to leave to spend 3 weeks fishing together in MN. No computer for me, no tv for him. We totally connect again up there. To some degree it feels like we’re actually back in the past, and it’s wonderful.
As my Mother used to say…HAVE FUNSIES!!!
Thanks, Debi – we will, we always do! Hopefully we’ll have good weather, the fishing will be good, and I’ll hardly have any “change in the weather” migraines. Actually, as long as I don’t have migraines, we have a good time even if the weather isn’t good. It’s just getting most of the household packed up and getting on the road that’s the problem.
You guys have me tearing up with your wonderful long-term love stories and the early days. Here’s a song for you Duffy (and you, too, Debi): Me and You and a Dog Named Blue (Duffy, substitute the name Ali where needed).
Just in case you didn’t know, I adore you two ladies.
Be happy.
P.S. So you have to piggyback off posts, Duffy? I’ll respond with “Duffy, Duffy, anyone” on any threads I think you might want to participate in. When do you leave town?
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We leave tomorrow morning, yakkity. And I feel like CRAP, have for a week or two, but only while standing. It’s a viral thing, my Mom had it, too. (You can see the problem there what with me needing to stay on my feet to pack up 3 weeks worth of 3 seasons of clothing, plus half the household.)
By the way, I thank you for the love song (hahaha – I saw Lobo perform that IN PERSON out here in Cornfield-Cowtown-Nowhere, Illinois at a “lake/beach concert” at a local swimming hole – although I regret to inform you the dog’s name is Boo, not Blue)……….
Crap, I lost my train of thought. Oh yeah! I adore you, too. I’d just up and stick a heart icon in here if the html on this site allowed it. (snort)
P.S. Re the piggy-backing – Yeah, it’s something weird with my laptop. VN tried to help me via e-mail, then asked if someone could call me – but to no avail. Gonna wipe the harddrive clean and install a clean version of windows after Minnesota. And then waste DAYS doing update after update on both Windows and every bit of software and hardware I’ll also have to reinstall. Blurg.