At dinner, or while she's in the tub, or after I give her a hug and a kiss good night, I will say "So--what was the best part of your day?" She doesn't do it often, but sometimes if I'm lucky she will say "I think the best part of my day is right now." And then, other times she'll insist that the best part of her day is thinking about tomorrow.
Anyway. Then she'll ask me what the best part of my day was. It's a struggle sometimes, and I wonder what, if anything, it teaches A. when I say "hmmm...." and gaze off into the distance for several long seconds.
I didn't have to do that last night. S.O. and I had dinner at Captain D's and he gave me a glimpse into his thoughts about his future at the Law Firm. Everything is not roses and yet, standing there talking to him in the cool December air, cold enough at last to see our breath, I felt renewed. Maybe...maybe like a bored nine-year old who, while waiting at the bus stop, looks down and finds a matchbox car sticking out of the dirt.
After we talked, I decided to spend the rest of the money from a gift card I'd gotten at the December meeting of the Sassy Black Ladies' Book Club (a snazzy affair with a sit down dinner and gift exchange). I bought a pair of earrings (that at their original price would have cost more than most of my shoes) and a shirt to wear to the Law Firm boss's holiday party on Thursday.
Here's the kicker: as I was walking into the department store the guy ringing the Salvation Army bell turned and said "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
If I could capture the feeling I had at that moment and bottle it, I'd make a million bucks. Confetti and chocolate could have been falling from the sky. That whole thing--the conversation with S.O., the compliment
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