Normal people go out to dinner sometimes

They clean up a little, dress a bit more freshly, go out to a nice restaurant

We have been avoiding that because Uncle Lewy hasn’t made it easy to enjoy these expensive outings

Yesterday, for dinner, me and my guy went out to dinner

He chose what he wanted to wear, a nice pressed shirt, khaki pants, slip on Izod shoes

I work a nice top, simple skort

Off we went to the Sonoma Grill

They have a Thursday Prime Rib special which I was jonesing for

Matt ordered a New York steak, we shared a bottle of wine

We had a little something to celebrate: I got some good results from some medical tests I’ve been undergoing, it was something to celebrate, a worry checked off the list in the best kind of way

When the food arrived, he tried to cut his stake with his stake knife

It caused the table to appear to be in the midst of an earthquake

I waited a few beats, quite a few beats, let him try, watched the water glasses, wine glasses, making sure things didn’t topple over

Then offered to cut his steak for him, which he accepted

At one point he said “I don’t know what it would be like handling this disease on my own, thank you for all you do for me”

Wow, that one small simple statement, confirmation he is aware of how he is supported, loved, carried in this journey, is profound

I will carry that forward with me in the hard days, it will help keep bounce in my step in the hard days

I can’t find the words to express how nice it was, yesterday, doing something very normal, like normal people

A beautiful day, a wonderful dinner, with a terrific cherry on top, seeing old friends in a new place!

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