I went on a date last night. Went to the movies. Frank knew. He was ok with it. He even paid for my ticket...and my date's ticket. It was just the two of us. We shared a bucket of popcorn...we even put that white cheddar salt on it. Can't do that when I go out with Frank...he doesn't like the cheddar salt. But my date did. So we had cheddar salt...lots of it. And we shared a drink, too...with two straws. It was sweet. People kept looking at us...but I expected that. My date was one of those people who is so perfect looking that other people stop to look...not to mention a LOT younger than I. I didn't mind. I didn't even mind that I faded into the background when standing next to my date. I was just proud that I was the chosen one. "Ha." I thought. "Look at your date...and then look at MINE." I couldn't help but wear a smirky little grin on my face the entire evening.
We watched the movie. My date laughed in all the right places....not an annoying laugh, either. A wonderful laugh...like it was sent from heaven. We snuggled during the movie...and I didn't care who saw. My date said, "I love you" right in the middle of the movie...and didn't care who heard. When the movie ended, my date thanked me, thanked ME, for the date...as if I weren't the one who should be grateful. And when it was all over, and The Tooth Fairy ended...we went home, my date and I...and I tucked her in to bed...and she said to me "Thanks for the movie, mom. It was fun." And I said, "The most fun ever." But what I thought to myself, "You have no idea..."
My girl. Maggie Ann...Mags...Doodle. And the light of my life.
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