Last night, I cleared off the table, set the table with plates, napkins, and silverware, and lit a candle. While the dare for yesterday was to “prepare a special dinner at home, just for the two of you," we also included our little guy in our meal, because it would be a little hard to leave the little guy out. He hardly noticed that we were having a special dinner for two while he ate in his high chair. The dare went on to say that "the dinner can be as nice as you prefer. Focus this time on getting to know your spouse better, perhaps in areas you’ve rarely talked about. Determine to make it an enjoyable evening for you and your mate.”
James did not know what the dare for the day was. So when I made the table look all spiffy, he was left scratching his head. The candle tipped him off to the dinner being a special effort, even though the meal itself was not all that special. I made the Chicken Bog all by myself, but I made it two nights before. However, this was the first time we got to sit down for a meal together to eat the dish.
Having put a little extra effort into preparing a special dinner, I realize that sometimes doing something special should be a part of my routine. Why shouldn’t I set the table before dinner and clear the mail and extra items off of the table? Why shouldn’t I make sure I know what I’m fixing more than 30 minutes before dinner? I could probably spend a lot more time talking with James if I planned our meals in advance, even if he’s cooking for the day. Maybe I’ll spend a little time making dinner special and have enjoyable nights like this more often!
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