I have a Friday tradition for which I am truly grateful. On this already highly-favored day, my daughter gets off work at noon, comes over to my house, and accompanies me to lunch. That's right! We have a standing lunch date, and we usually do a little shopping afterwards to walk off the calories...or so we tell ourselves. (My checkbook may or may not reveal a slightly less worthy motive.)
Be that as it may, this afternoon we're hitting a local Italian restaurant that boasts great salads (I'll take the seafood; she'll take the cobb). Other favorites of ours are Thai, Mexican, and Malaysian. Sometimes, we even eat good, old-fashioned American! But no matter the cuisine, I look forward to this time with Karin every week, when we can be "just the girls" in a family where testosterone is the prevailing hormone and baseball, basketball, or general accounting practices (ugh) often take center stage.
I'm happy for these priceless moments with my beautiful daughter. In fact, I'm happy that I even have a daughter, especially one that takes a couple of hours from her limited store of free time (the girl works three jobs!) to hang out with her arguably nosy and opinionated old mother every week.
What makes me happiest of all, of course, is that I think she enjoys it nearly as much as I do!
love that girl