The Imperfectly Perfect!

I am a blessed woman.
The amazing man I get to call my husband went above and beyond to create the perfect date for us.  Weeks in advance, he planned out nice fancy dinner reservations for us followed by tickets to the Pacific Symphony playing the full orchestration of the Wizard of Oz film live as the movie played on the screen.  This wasn’t just any date, it was a “Cassie, put on your black dress and heels” type date!  What a guy!

Tickets for the big date!

Recognizing & appreciating my husbands efforts to plan us a fun date – starts with me!

His plans did not go as perfectly as he imagined though…  the drive down to Costa Mesa where the event was happening took at least an hour longer than he intended.  The dinner reservations at the expensive fancy-schmancy restaurant had to be cancelled.  We tried a couple of less expensive, but still fancy back-up options, none of which would get us to the theatre in time…. so we ended up at the one place we found an open seat for two, the Rainforest Cafe.  Not a table at the cafe, but at the bar.  Sweet husband had the stool with frog legs, I had the stool with duck legs.

And it was perfect.

Imperfectly Perfect Dinner

I will remember the joy of seeing my handsome & dashingly dressed husband sitting on that frog stool for years to come.

Recognizing that the imperfect evening was made perfect not in spite of the alternate plan, but because of it – starts with me.