Sunday, March 13, 2011

Sunday

He takes his fork and dives into the plate full of mashed potatoes.  Normally it would be french fries covered in melted cheese and gravy, but since it is Lent, and we both decided this year would be the year to give up fried food, mashed potatoes it is.  I take my fork and scoop off half his bite as it leaves the plate en route to his mouth.

"What!" I say as he looks at me, mouth open, desperately trying to disguise a smile, "You were taking the best bite!"

We both laugh at each other and he dives back into the plate; take two.  His bite doesn't look as good this time, so I let it be.  As we sit at our favorite booth in the corner, we talk.  I tell him about my 4 year old cousin's stories and he tells me about the newest slicer he wants to get for the shop.  I go on about the millionth crazy dream I had last night as he listens intently for the millionth time, soaking in every detail.  We talk about what we want to do next at Melt.  Where we want to go and how we want to get there.  What we can do this week, and where we want to be a year from now.  We bounce ideas off each other and throw in a joke or two keeping our lunch light hearted and full of love, just as a Sunday should be.  It's our day.

We stop in at the grocery store across the street.  As we weave through the aisles pushing our cart with one wheel that refuses to roll straight, I feel like a regular ol' couple for the first time in a long time.  The past few weeks have been crazy and insane, but full of amazing things for Melt.  Expanding our hours into the evening, toying with new menu items, growing our never ending list of made-from-scratch ingredients to almost 100%...  Sundays have came just as quickly as they have went, and Mondays have arrived pretty much without warning.

We stop for a milkshake on the way home.  Not because we're hungry, but because it's the perfect thing to do on a sunny afternoon.  And for the first time in a long time, it feels like a regular ol' Sunday.  Sure, Monday will be here before we realize we even slept a full nights sleep, but for now, this day is here to stay.

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