On Saturday of last weekend, Dan took the boys out for errands while I took the girls out for errands. We made a big deal out if it. We called it a “Boy Outing” and a “Girl Outing” and at the end of the day we all met at Friendly’s for dinner, where Dan decided to surprise us. In the restaurant parking lot, he pulled his car up next to the van and got out carrying four pink roses: One for me, one for Kateri, one for Juliette, and even one for Gabrielle.
I told Dan how sweet he was. Kateri smiled and said thank you. Gabby resisted the temptation to taste her flower. But Juliette–well, Juliette was enchanted.
“These are for us?” she gushed, her eyes wide with delight. “They are soooo pretty!”
She held out the rose and examined it from all angles. She held it near her nose and breathed deeply of its fragrance. She cocked her head coyly, smiled shyly, and said, “I never got a flower before!”
Throughout the remainder of the evening, she continued to gaze at her flower in complete bliss.
“I still can’t believe the boys brought us flowers,” she sighed dreamily as I tucked her into bed.
Yikes. I used to laugh at Dan’s insistence that the girls not be allowed to date until they’re 25, but I’m beginning to see his point of view.