We ate at Pizza Hut. In a mall. With two kids in tow, that was the place that was least stressful as we could sit down and order instead of queueing, and there was enough space for them to move around.
No, it was not a romantic dinner at all. What it was, however, was a dinner that was centered on family. On love.
I am thankful for these today:
- Being able to go home early. Not that we played hooky or anything, we just (hubby and I) decided to pack our things and leave the office right after all commitments and meetings had been attended to, to be able to spend a bit more time with the kids. It being the first day of work for the year, people still seemed to be in a catch-up mode, wading through piles of email and reports, seemingly engrossed in solitary bubbles. Not a lot of meetings in the late afternoon, so off we went.
- The not-so-little girl was making strides toward being mature. For the most part, that is. She is still a little girl after all. But we were so proud of her, with almost no whining about why it was taking so long for her to have her much-awaited vanilla milkshake. She happily carried her baby sister's diaper bag with nary a complaint. She even ate all the food on her plate without too much prodding. Yes, these are the stuff of which parents' dreams are made.
- Baby's jolly utterances of "I Love You". Our toddler has exhibited a seemingly exponential spurt of verbosity during the holiday break, from identifying colors and shapes, to spouting off numbers and letters, to making a "roll call" of sorts among those in the house. But the most melodious amongst her utterances are these three words: "I... Love... Youuuuu!"
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