The Perfect Date

This year's anniversary date deserves 5 stars and its very own post. Usually our anniversary gets a little lost in the hustle and bustle of Christmas, but not this year! I've been looking forward to this for weeks, and it was every bit as wonderful as I'd hoped.

Several weeks ago we drove out to Sacramento to see of my best friends, Kimber, and her family. The Holts are incredible people who we love and admire. Debbie (Madre) was so sweet to give us a gift card to Cheesecake Factory that night. We couldn't use it in Sacramento because the little guy zonked out as soon as we pulled away from their house, so I immediately thought of our anniversary: the Cheesecake Factory in downtown San Francisco, on top of Macy's in Union Square. Absolutely perfect.


So my dear friend Desirae came over last night right after I put Trenton to bed at 7pm, and off we went! I think dates mean something entirely different to wives than husbands. (Well, at least for us they do!) I feel like a different person on a date without the munchkin in tow. Last night I heard someone's child fussing in a stroller, and I nearly pulled out the goldfish. Until I remembered, that is, that the only person whose hand I had to hold was Ryan. I haven't relaxed that thoroughly in a long time.

The wait at the Cheesecake Factory was long (the weekend before Christmas, who would have guessed??), which gave us time to wander Union Square and even read for 45 minutes at Border's—something we always want to do but never can, unless one of us wants to keep Trenton from scaling bookshelves the whole time.

So...to make a long story short:
Thank you, Desirae, for staying with Trenton for so LONG!
Thank you, Trenton, for sleeping so soundly and giving me peace of mind.
And thank you, Ryan, for being the perfect date.

Merry Christmas, everyone!