On Monday I checked our online family calender as I knew I have a dentist appointment sometime this week. Only to find an entry for the next day, Tuesday 14th, 7.30pm Surprise event for 2. The only information Mr Doris was prepared to share was that we shouldn't eat before hand.
We set off in the car with Mr Doris driving and with very little time to spare. Mr Doris seemed to be going round in a circle as I joked whether we were going round the block to come home for a micro-waved meal. No such thing!
He pulled in to the rather pretentious and swish looking restaurant and hotel round the corner with it's sign billing "Valentine's Dinner". It was lovely. The surroundings were lovely and the pianist began just as we were seated. The food was absolutely superb. The charlotte of carrot with the sea bass was a dream. The service was attentive.
Between the second and third course Mr Doris held my ring hand across the table. My hand looked so tiny and beautiful in his as he stroked each finger like the strings of a viola. The hands which had, up to an hour or so before, been assembling flatpack kitchen units now looked like a princess's! His gentle but electric touch as my eyes were drawn to his face looking serene and loving. He looked up, the romantic pianist playing in the background, and our eyes met. As if he took me by the hand and danced me round the room I felt our eyes dancing. Neither of us has particularly compelling eyes but we were hooked. With each other. It was a beautiful moment in time during an especially lovely evening.
Three and a half hours later, long after other couples had been and gone, we finally left. Full to the gunnells with wonderful food we made it to the car and the thirty second drive home. I giggled all the way. Somehow it was so deliciously and outrageously funny to be driving home from somewhere we could have walked. But if we had walked then it wouldn't have been a surprise.
Thank you Mr Doris. For everything.
Original Comments:
I shall make my Husband read this when he gets home. Hopefully by this time next year he might think it was his own idea.....
Glad you had a lovely evening/
(I think I should take a leaf out of Cheryls book and get my Hubby to have a read of this post)
Of course, it always comes across how sweet these men are for coming up with such wonderful surprises...but let us not forget, he is honoring you for an entire year of loving companionship.
(Nobody has asked yet what Mr. Doris got for Valentine's. Perhaps that's a vulgar American question...in poor taste...spoils the beautiful romance? I couldn't help WONDERING! You DO have a naked man in your previous post!!)
But I'm still stuck on the tiny hands thing. My hands will never look tiny. They are spidery, I've been told. (Which is only marginally better than 'gnarly.')
Don't you love those moments like you've described - the ones you really remember and still get a little flutter in your tummy!
PS thanks for the link!
Full marks to Mr Doris - he sounds like a real sweetie (from this post and from how you've talked about him before)
(And thank for dropping in on my blog hon. I'm fine, just a bit maxed out of work recently, and starting to put together Blog Mk 2!)
Annie LOL haven't you asked me this before?! 'Fraid not. And I bet if you saw my Mr Doris in the street you wouldn't look twice and yet he can be pure gold :-)
Cheryl Thanks!
Sarah Indeed it was, thanks!
Red Mum Next time you enter a blog competition then come let me know! Thankfully I got in in time to vote before voting closes sometime today. :-)
Astryngia :-)
Writer Mom Absolutely right, but I'm afraid that despite my turning my nose up at the commercialism of VD et al that I am still suckered into it and want all that it entails! Mr Doris may not do surprises like that often but on a daily basis he is just too wonderful for words so we really do appreciate each other every day.
And what did I get him? Well, it wasn't very expensive but as we were going out I bought him a lovely new shirt and a woolly jumper... I didn't wrap it but threaded the shirt into the jumper and laid it on the bed with one of the Bailey's Truffle Hearts (chocolates) on top that he gave me at breakfast. I didn't say anything so when he went up stairs to consider what to wear to go out he wouldn't have to worry about what to choose!
However, it turned out that he was prepared to wear his full tux as he knows I love him in it! But he looked good in either and the tux would have been a tad too much. Though I reckon I'd have matched either look!!!
Badaunt That's the thing - I have such a poor self-image and that includes my hands. This is the first I have ever had anything nice to say about them! And that felt good.
Curly K Yeah, memories of pure gold to keep us going. BTW the link was purely selfish.... much easier to come and stalk your blog!!!
Jo Glad you are OK though guessed that was probably it - thanks for confirming. Good luck with the work and have fun with MkII
Absolutely divine, Mr. & Mrs. Doris.