Yes, I know. I’m going against my own declaration to write everyday. Here it is day eleven and I’m just posting day nine and ten. But I made a conscious decision not to write these past few days. This weekend was an extra long “date night” with my husband. Circumstances lately have meant that we are apart quite a bit. The time we do spend together is often spent doing necessary chores. The most important thing in our relationship is us and lately we haven’t had much time for us. When I write, I go into my own world. I wasn’t going to let that interfere with our time. And we had a marvelous time.
On Friday night we revisited our youth by seeing The Eagles in concert at Madison Square Garden. We both love music, especially the music of our college days. We got to pretend we were twenty again.
We stayed the weekend at the Manderin Oriental Hotel, A place we would not ordinarily stay at because of the cost but Paul’s company picked up the tab.
Saturday, we went to a matinee of “Jersey Boys”. A perfect show for us. We both love the music and I grew up on the opposite shore of the Passaic River from Frankie Valli. ( I’m a Jersey Girl through and through). We went to dinner later at Marea, one of the best restaurants in NYC.
Sunday morning, we had brunch with old friends of mine, Martin and Jimmy, (I mentioned Martin in my first post on this site) that I haven’t seen in while and that Paul has never met. They are brothers that I went to college with and then lived across the hall from when I first moved to the city. What is so amazing to me is that my late husband did everything to destroy all my friendships and Paul wants to meet all the people who have meant something to me and make them feel welcome in our life. It’s such a blessing to know that I can have friends that I love and not be afraid of my husband’s reaction.
And lastly, on Sunday afternoon, we got to meet our new puppy.
We’ve been waiting to hear from the breeder about the expected litter of puppies. They were due on Halloween but when I checked that weekend, they hadn’t come yet. By Saturday morning, we still had no word, so I emailed him. In the middle of the matinee of Jersey Boys, my phone started buzzing. When I checked my voice mail at intermission, we had the news we’d been waiting for. The puppies were born on Wednesday, Nov. 6. He’d somehow managed to misplace our contact information and only found it that morning after I emailed him. On Sunday afternoon we drove over to meet the new arrivals and pick which one will be coming home with us in eight weeks. I told my husband that because having a Golden has always been his dream, he should pick our new little love.
So I have so much to be grateful for this weekend. Aside from all the obvious things (the wonderful performances, great hotel, delicious meals) I spent time with my husband where we both were focused on each other. I got to be with friends that I haven’t seen in awhile and know that my husband was happy that I was with them too. And I got to see the look on my husband’s face when he decided which sweet puppy would be ours. And for that, I’m grateful.