After a sweltering hot Saturday afternoon, I take a bath in pomegranate sea salt and spend extra time making sure my hair is pinned just right so as to affect a tussled, flirty and romantic look. Slipping into a kelly green sundress I feel saucy and sexy.  Even though it’s not really a special occasion, I wear my glittery diamond earrings and use a dab of perfume, which is out of the norm for me. When I see him, I know I’ve done the right thing.

He looks like he just stepped out of a saltbox house in the Hamptons with his pink shorts, sock-less Italian loafers and white piqué shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows.  His blonde hair pushed to the side in an effortless style gives him a boyish glow.

The conversation is relaxed and not forced as I listen to him talk about motorcycles. When he talks about engines he’s in another world, and I’m completely uninterested in the parts of the machine, but he’s so cute I stare at him with and focus all my attention.

The taxi arrives and we silently hold hands in the backseat as we slyly smile at one another.  The restaurant is trendy with a lighted water wall and hipsters filling the seats.  I order a lemon grass margarita and he orders water with a side of cherries.  What has he got on his mind?

We cuddle on a couch and garner looks for our public display of affection, but I am too consumed by his charm to care that his loud laughing is attracting attention.  Honestly, we are talking about “big butts” and howling with laughter.  The conversation switches gears from frolicking laughter to a more serious tone as we talk about his difficult week – new work place, new boss, new material with focus on counting money and time. In a moment of complete honesty and openness he tells me he was scared.

Our food arrives and I daintily eat my sushi tuna with sweet soy and honey wasabi while he inhales an entire Churrasco steak and then orders a cinnamon banana spring roll with a side of ice cream and caramel.  I guess his life is more active than mine because there is no way I could consume that many calories, but he never misses a beat as he polishes off the entire dessert.

The sun goes down and the lights in the restaurant dim.  The music gets more seductive and he wraps his arms around my bare shoulders. He feels like a warm sweater and I revel in his affection.  He begins to undo his pants. “No! Not in here,” I chide.  He obeys, but our time in the restaurant is not going to last much longer.

The lemon grass margarita has gone to my head and New Order’s "Bizarre Love Triangle" is playing. The restaurant is transforming from its staid earlier atmosphere to a raucous party place as University of Texas game fans begin to pour in.  We must leave or I might begin to dance.

Once at home I suggest a bath. Reluctantly, he agrees. I wash him with tender care and dry his body with a fluffy towel. Laying together in his bed he asks me to read to him.  He lays his head on my breast and we breathe as one.  Nobody loves him like I do. 

I am completely vulnerable to him and worship him no matter his flaws. In fact, I don’t even see his flaws. To me he is perfect.  He’s my four-year old son.

Comments

[Glenna]

That is so sweet. I thoroughly enjoyed it. So glad your evening was that wonderful

[Jamie]

I just adore this post. So sweet and tender and so true. Mama love at its finest!

And the two of you make a smashing couple! ;)

p.s. on to more superficial things...love your sassy dress!

[Izzy Rose]

Very sweet...and aren't you a trickster, making me think I was about to get some nasty talk:)

I love the idea of taking our kids out and treating them to the things that us adults enjoy. Good exposure for them and so fun, right? I've been enjoying your comments on my site. Hope to chat again soon.

Izzy Rose

[cal gal]

Man, this is so sweet. Really and truly one of your best ever.

[cal gal]

Man, this is so sweet. Really and truly one of your best ever.

[HomeSlice]

Awesome! thanks for a great reading 'ride'!

[Jazz]

This is touching. I'm glad you have a great picture to commemorate the "date".

[Emmasometimes]

awww, so very sweet. (and what an eater!) hehe.

[Becca]

I love this story! Touching and very well written.

[paisley]

well you certainly caught me by surprise...

i think this was beautiful, and loving,.,, an ageless tribute to a mothers love....

[dKaye]

What an amazing story! I had happy tears as I read the final paragraph!
Just discovered your blog - absolutely love it. Based on your profile, we seem to be kindred spirits and have a lot in common (although I'm no longer southern rooted). Looking forward to seeing what more you have to share with the world.
Hugs, dKaye

[Manictastic]

Nice twist at the end.

[Write Stuff]

Hi Bitsy!

I counted 597 words in your story, good work! Good luck in the contest and thanks for entering!

Karen

[Wholly Burble]

So sweet--and Oh so cute--you had me going. I can remember special times out with my "fella" too. Great memories, and how wonderful you've captured one of your's here in this tale.