Even though it rained, it was another fabulous weekend…

08 Jun

The weekends have been so good, it’s getting to the point where I hate to see Monday morning roll around because that means the end of the weekend.

We had another dinner at my house Friday night and then on Saturday we went to Cafe Bouloud at the Brazilian Court Hotel in Palm Beach.

It’s only taken us 3 years and Pandemic to actually make this relationship happen…

Oh, but it’s so sweet and so good.

I think it was literally, about 3 years ago on one of our first dates we went to Cafe Bouloud. As we were sitting there Saturday evening, I could remember everything about that early date 3 years ago. I remember what I wore. I remember where we sat. I remember what I ate. I remember the lovely couple we talked to when we were leaving and what we said.

And wow, how things are different now. My clients then were a high end jewelry store on Worth and we were doing well. I am working on a different project now. This week, after 26 years in that location on Worth and 76 years in business, the lettering was pulled off the building. Three years ago, N. was still traveling around the world and barely in town.

I never thought I might be grateful for a Pandemic, but it required him to be stuck in Palm Beach county for a while and just a few doors away from me. Just add another disaster on to that (my brief hospital stay for a few days) and so what started as something casual 3 years ago suddenly had so much more meaning for both of us. And we finally managed to go from an occasional date into a real relationship and find something that’s worth trying to hold onto.

Sometimes blessings arrive in a way you don’t expect. And we certainly never expected the world to look like this right now.

I wore the black gown that I wore in Paris last summer. I’ve always loved that dress. It’s so elegant and classy. I was surprised that I could actually wear it. That it wasn’t too big. I am now 114 pounds as my metabolism seems to be in overdrive again. All the places he’s taken me are very, very nice. But honestly, it’s not about where he takes me, I just want to see him. It kind of doesn’t matter what we’re doing. I’m just as happy, when we don’t leave my house all weekend.

Today, I got to go to one of his office buildings and look at space where I’ve helped him pick out some furniture that’s arriving. I enjoy that kind of time together too. As I also did grabbing a coffee and walking the local shops (we did so safely). Even though it was pouring rain, I didn’t really care.

It’s his time that I value most. He’s so concerned about my health and my safety and where and how he takes me somewhere. I feel like it’s very genuine. It’s the kind of caring that’s not manufactured or fake. It’s authentic and very endearing. It’s also the mark of some very fine character.

If I stir at 2 a.m., he notices and he reaches over. That constant soft touch is a very special thing.

My friends are all wondering why I haven’t had time to call them. Now you know.

I am trying to enjoy every minute of this.

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