I Feel it in My Soul, It’s Meant to Be…

Wedding picture
August 9, 1985

Thirty-one years is worthy of a celebration, right?

Funny though, what counts as a celebration when you’re young isn’t quite as enticing when you’re… not so young.

We decided – five days after the event, because we were gosh-darn busy on the actual day – to go to Black Angus. Husband had a coupon for a free steak dinner, on account of his birthday being just a few days ago. Even better, the restaurant was by a mall, which meant we could gain some extra steps for the ol’ Fitbit.

Yep. We’re just a couple of wild ones.

Shopping mallHere’s something we found out: on a weekend, a lot of people go shopping.

Honestly, we had no idea. As Husband said, “It’s not like it’s Christmas.” (We’re not big shoppers, he and I.)

We did a few laps, upstairs and down, dodged some over-zealous kiosk clerks, and toured a kitchen gourmet shop. They had eight different styles of apple slicers. Eight!

Why anyone needs more than one, I don’t know.

After a legitimate gain in Fitbit steps, we head to the restaurant. Husband gives his coupon to our perky waitress, Laura.

“Happy Birthday,” she squeals. “Just so you know, you get a free dessert with your meal!”

There was an older couple at the table across from us. A woman my age walked by with her mother. Over the speakers we heard the Doobie Brothers, followed by Creedence Clearwater Revival, then the Steve Miller Band:

I went from Phoenix, Arizona
All the way to Tacoma
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.
Northern California where the girls are warm
So I could be with my sweet baby, yeah

Salmon dinner“I feel like I’m back in high school,” comments Husband.

“Yeah. But somehow not far from the nursing home,” I add, spotting an elderly couple with matching walkers.

Dinner was good. Husband had the sirloin, medium rare. I had salmon.

Toward the end of the meal, perky Laura breezed by saying, “Hope you’re saving room for dessert!”

A few tables over, five servers have gathered. All clapping and singing, “HAPPYHAPPYBIRTHDAYHAPPYBIRTHDAYHAPPYHAPPY!” and on it goes.

Husband looks at me, fear in his eyes.

“You can duck out,” I suggest. “They’ll come here clapping and singing, but you’ll be gone. I’ll take care of the bill.”

I say this because I love him.

Laura returns. “Ready for dessert?”

Husband politely declines. “I’m not really a dessert person,” he says.

She insists, adding, “I won’t sing, I promise!”

Finally we agree to take it home in a box. This pleases Laura immensely and she walks away. Husband says, “She just earned herself a really big tip.”

As we head out, Bob Seger sings us a farewell:

Someday lady you’ll accomp’ny me
Out where the rivers meet the sounding sea
I feel it in my soul, it’s meant to be
Oh someday lady you’ll accomp’ny me
Someday lady you’ll accomp’ny me

Happy Anniversary, Husband. Here’s to many, many more. ❤

 

 

Author: CJ Hartwell

After spending most of her life in Phoenix, Arizona, CJ Hartwell moved to the middle of Minnesota. Is she nuts? Probably. For updates on her sanity, click on the link to follow by email.

15 thoughts on “I Feel it in My Soul, It’s Meant to Be…”

  1. What a wonderful post, Christi. I didn’t know you were writing a blog, but it looks awesome. Congratulations on 31 years!

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