Monday, April 26, 2010

A job well done is on the menu

Seven years of wedded bliss.

And so we celebrated -- in an appropriate manner, I thought. Z-man made a reservation for us for dinner at the restaurant where he works.

I was excited about it because I had never eaten there before, even though it is very close to our house and he has worked in their kitchen for almost a year.

He offered up a description of all the specials in advance, giving us a clue to what we would find (Northern Italian cuisine), and told us what he recommended. Then he asked what we wanted for dessert.

Creme brulee was the winning choice, and he toddled off to work. We followed an hour later, arriving on time for our 7 p.m. reservation.

"Oh, you're Z-man's parents!" the owner greeted us when we arrived. "He told me you were coming in!"

We smiled and followed him to our table. "We love our Z-man," the owner told us.

I smiled.

As we began to look at the menu hungrily, a woman appeared at our table.

"Hi, I'm Sarah. I'll be taking care of you tonight," she said.

"Wonderful," I said, and Z-man popped into view at her side.

"Sarah is my favorite," he said.

"He is my favorite too," she answered. "I just love him. And how do you know Z-man?"

Z-man and I spoke simultaneously.

"I birthed him," I said.

"She birthed me," he said.

And we both laughed

Yes, we are sick like that. In tune with each other. Don't forget, this is the boy whose two-year culinary school absence cut me like a knife.

Z slipped back into the kitchen, leaving us with his favorite waitress.

And so we ordered. Sarah nodded approvingly and, when she brought Wonderhubby another iced tea, informed us that Z-man approved of our choices as well.

We approved of our selections as well. It was delicious, topped off by two creme brulees that were to die for -- made by my boy.

But what was most delicious of all was the number of people who came by our table or stopped us on our way out to tell us how much they absolutely adore my son and what a lovely young man he is.

My work here is done.

Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms

13 comments:

Suzanne said...

That's awesome!

songbird's crazy world said...

sounds like a truly great evening!

Jenni said...

Aw, sweet! You done good Maw!

LceeL said...

Happy Anniversary, my friend. And many, many, more.

Burgh Baby said...

Happy anniversary!

It's always so fantastic to hear the world say they think a kid is just as wonderful as you think he/she is. You do good work, ma'am.

Joyce-Anne said...

This post made me smile. It's nice to hear that other people like your children. I knew the dessert would be delicious!! :D

Happy Anniversary!

Roger said...

I shall be repeating the sentiments from above; Happy Anniversary (although belated in my case), and it is nice to hear good things about your children. Afterall, I know that my kids are awesome, it's reassuring to hear it from someone else. :)

HalfAsstic.com said...

Oh, that? has to make the anniversary quite complete! Good food, good company, and people validating your parenting? Awesome!
Good job, mom. ;-)

Kelley @ magnetoboldtoo said...

awwww.

Was there any doubt? YOU birthed him afterall...

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings said...

Well, that is awesome! that is one BIG thing to be proud of!

Rachael said...

Happy Anniversary and a job well done! Sounds like such a great night!

Pamela said...

applause applause -- for the celebration and for the confirmation of good rearing!

The Duchess of Wessex said...

I have melted into a puddle on the floor... Sweetest mother/son story. Ever. Well done, Mom!

 
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