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I had a fantastic evening with hubby and the kids. After working every day straight since Christmas, with not one day off (including New Year's Eve or New Year's Day), hubby took us out for dinner at LongHorns. A few years ago, this was a regular, bi-monthly event. But it's been a very long time since we splurged on dinner in a steakhouse, and we enjoyed every minute of it. The conversation was lively as we waited forty minutes for a table. In an attempt to ignore the tantilizing smells emitted from the adjacent dining room, the four of us played word games as we sat crammed into an entryway bench fashioned to remind us of the rustic Old West. One of us would think of a fruit or vegetable, announce the color of its peel or flesh, and the rest of us made guesses until someone guessed right. We moved on to animals (the hint had to be its habitat) before our pager finally went off and we were showed to a booth. By then we were starved, the waitress was on the ball, and in no time we were eating. The food was delicious. At one point in the night, someone made a reference to physics, or outer space, I don't remember which. Eleven-year-old Cody began contemplating his different theories for how mankind could break the time-space continuem ( ![]() I interrupted him and said, "Weighted shoes?" My son rolled his eyes at me and said he hoped I was joking. I guffawed; of course, it was a joke.... ![]() As I smiled at that thought, I was struck by how big the kids are getting. Just yesterday I was a 'tween,' dreaming of the adverntures I'd have when I was grown up. Moments like tonight are precious and fleeting. Cody's mind is so sharp; I'm enjoying watching him grow and mature. The sky's the limit for that kid. And the close of another wonderful day has arrived. I'm off to dream about Captain Kirk, going where no man has gone before, in his weighted shoes. |