My Captain took me on a surprise date tonight. We went to Union Jack’s in Bethesda.
The food was wonderful. The atmosphere comfortable and not too loud (it was early!). The service was top-notch.
But none of these things compared to the toast.
Not Rye. Not pumpernickel.
A “Beloved” Toast.
After our drinks had been served, the handsome, quietly confident hero with whom I have the great fortune to spend my life turned, pierced me with his smoldering dark eyes, raised his glass to me and said simply,
I paused, waiting for the punch line.
I held my breath, expecting the smarty remark.
I looked for the ‘just kidding’ wink.
But all that returned my gaze was unwavering sincerity, honesty, and love.
That was the best damn meal I’ve had in years.
And it wasn’t from the food.