First Friday: Meera and Papi

This past summer Meera and I had our First Friday with a picnic at a fountain she could play in.  When we go by there now she often comments on it and how fun it was.  Or maybe I just remember it that way: sitting with her playing and our enjoying it so much.

Six months – and seemingly a lifetime for a three year old – time stops for nobody – it’s First Friday for us.  And with six months comes a whole lot more fancy.  So we dressed up for the occasion.

When you get that dressed up, and you’re three, you start to worry that we might be leaving for a long time and you start to worry and start to miss mommy.  But knowing that there is going to be great dessert makes it alright. That and assurance we’re coming home and a hug.

At our favorite French-Thai restaurant in Bethlehem – The Cafe – we had the place to ourselves.  They waited on us hand and foot.  And despite the down-to-earthness of the attentive staff, it was fancy.

For Meera, it was the glasses that made it fancy (since she had white rice and steamed veggies).

For me it was the Tom Yum, the chicken satay,

and green curry.

But really the food was unimportant compared to being scared by the “broccoli monster”.

After a while, my sweet, smart, pretty and adorable girl

Starting missing mommy.

But with a hug, it was finally, at long last, time for dessert. And everything was ok. Which you’d have to eat to fully understand how that can be.

The sweetest part was driving home having had a fancy First Friday with my daughter.