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Our Wonderful Family Planned This Neat Surprise |
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Journal Entry – Anniversary Restaurant
A sidelight to this event is that my wonderful daughter planned it. I was a poor father. She is not a writer, but no words could better describe her forgiveness and the thoughtfulness here. It touched Tim very deeply when this daughter, no longer a little girl, thought enough of her parents to plan this event.
It is our anniversary. What a choice day it has
been. I remember several years ago when we went to a romantic little dinner. We
actually did it for several years. It was an antique shop with a small dining
room where we were almost alone. I felt we could never have a more romantic
setting than at “Kristy’s Kitchen.”
I was wrong.
Tonight we went to another quaint new little
restaurant. It was called “AFC Dining. It was only opened for one night. It
opened especially for Vivian and me. It was our wedding anniversary.
We knocked on the door and were greeted by the
host.
“We have reservations,” said Vivian.
“Let me check,” he said, “Name please?”
“Tim Prince.”
“Yes, we have your reservations. My name is Alex.
Follow me please.”
We were alone in a small oblong room. It had been
curtained off from the rest of the room. On the other side of the cloth was a
lamp and the light filtered through just enough to make out the small round
table containing two long stemmed wine goblets and two long candles. Alex who
seated us was handsome and neat in appearance and his voice was warm and
efficient.
“May I light the candle of your love my lady,”
as he lit the pink candle to my left. It was not really a question for he was
lighting it without an answer.
Tears of thankful joy filled my eyes. The emotion
also effected my ears for I did not hear his words again until he turned to me
and lit the blue candle saying, “For you my Lord.”
The special flickering of the candles illuminated
the neatly folded napkins and the white place mats on which lay the full service
table setting of flatware. Between the candles and the open window was an ice
bucket in which lay an unopened bottle of nonalcoholic white sparkling grape
juice. Our waitress had purchased it especially for this our special night in
this wonderful little restaurant that will probably never have any other
patrons. Between the window and the ice is a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
The waitress entered after Alex had left. Her
name was Carmella. She asked for our order. The beautiful though plump young
waitress was wearing a cute towel apron. She was very efficient and
businesslike.
“The special of the house for tonight is roast
turkey,.” Said Carmella.
“We will take that,” I said.
It also included a side salad with ranch
dressing, a relish tray, and a special desert called “minty cloud delight.” We
also found out later it included a special automobile service.
“Can Alex get your drink opened,” Carmella said
as she looked at the unopened wine.
“Yes that would be great.” Tim said.
Vivian told the waitress of an item we had
brought with us and left in the car. She took Vivian’s keys and went to get it.
We would not see those keys until after we had returned home later that evening.
The host stepped in. Alex fumbled with the foil
as if he’d had very little experience. We were not surprised. He then filled
each glass with the bubbling liquid.
The salads were brought in next. They were nice,
crisp and even included freshly picked cherry tomatoes. They also had croutons.
We could also use a tray of freshly sliced cucumbers and tomatoes.
When we had finished the salads, the salad plates
were removed.
Next the main course was laid before us. The
taste buds of both of us would be delighted as we ate. The turkey had been
basted to perfection. The Green beans we knew were freshly processed from a
local garden. The potatoes, a personal favorite, were mashed to a fluffy
consistency. We were given a small pitcher containing more gravy. Vivian has
spoiled me and I am hard to please when it comes to gravy. I usually steer away
from restaurant gravy, but it was superb. The cook must have had a good teacher.
She knew exactly how I liked my favorite part of a meal.
I gazed across the table to see the flickering
reflection of the candles in the glasses of the woman I had fallen in love with
the first time I met her over forty years ago. The lacy white blouse which was
all I could see above the table reminded me of her wedding dress 33 years ago.
I moved the relish tray as I said, “I want to
hold your tender hand, Vivian.
I moved the relish tray and reached across the
table and her hand met mine half way.
Silently we just looked at each other as her
right hand squeezed my left. I gently squeezed back. This sharing lasted several
precious moments.
After my hand returned to my lap and I had
replaced the relish tray we were asked if we would like seconds. I ordered a
small helping of green beans.
Our deserts were brought in next and again I
realized the cook knew firsthand what I liked. The round scoop of ice cream was
mint chocolate chip.
“Wow,” exclaimed my taste buds.
Next to the ice cream was a piece of chocolate
cake. I was made from scratch. The baker’s frosting looked like fluffy white
clouds and was partly the reason for the special name. As my tongue savored the
texture of it, my thoughts reached toward heaven. How I prayed that I would be
worthy to join those present this night in God’s eternity.
“This is heavenly,” my wife said dreamily. This
caused me to wonder if her thoughts were not on heavenly reunion as mine was.
“The icing was so creamy and light,” was my
addition.
Vivian asked Alex if we could have the cook come
in so we could give her a round of applause.
He said, “Felysha is shy but I will try.”
A moment later I was startled out of my fantasy
world that was really reality. Vivian began to clap. Beside me appeared the
person whose idea had sparked and created this spiritual evening of sharing and
enriched family ties. I too began applauding the cook. Felysha had a huge smile
on her face.
“Everything was perfect,” was Vivian’s input.
I followed with, “the gravy was so rich and
delightful”
As they left Carmella, the waitress, was heard to
say, “The cook, is turning red.”
The warm feeling in my heart though, I am sure
would match the hue of Felysha’s face.
Then our check was brought to us. This is what it
said:
We had arrived in separate cars. The host
informed us that complimentary car delivery service was included. They would
deliver one of our cars to our home so Vivian and I could drive home together.
If you have not already guessed AFC Dining stands
for our children. Alex, Felysha, and Carmella. A section of their “new” old
apartment had been set aside for our anniversary dining room.
Vivian and I gladly paid the full fee as we left
and gave each of our neat children a hug and a heartfelt thank you for this
memorable evening.
When we arrived home we found that our youngest
son, Elam though allergic to grass had mowed our lawn as his part of this
anniversary gift. We had experienced another special moment on this very special
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