So yesterday was the 28th of December. And after a day of dog walks and lunching out, hair cuts and hair color (for me, some of us are natural blondes) GG asked me, did we ever figure out how many years.
How many years? A Virgo who never forgets had mislaid the date. I thought it was the 27th yesterday.
Yes, the 28th of December and 6 years ago I invited the "new girl" in the shop over for dinner. Though much younger and much taller than I, she seemed worth getting to know. I made chicken and barley soup, a green salad with ripe d'anjou pears and french feta cheese served with freshly baked bread. And we ate and talked and talked and after she did the dishes (I was so loving this part) we made a pot of tea and moved to the couch.
Then, with the most perfect posture I have ever seen, she poured. That did it for me, I was smitten.
Several years later the Lab moved down from Connecticut and we were complete.
My mother was totally right on two things: it's important to stand up straight and to know how to make a good bowl of soup.
Happy Anniversary GG.