Hey there, hive. I just wanted to apologize for my recent blogger absence. My amazing grandpa just passed away, so life has been a little chaotic. I though this would be a good place to shout from the proverbial rooftops—I love you, Grandpa Joe!! OK, back to the happy stuff!
A little story to start todays’ post out…
Seven Valentine’s Days ago, Mr. O and I made reservations at the Johnny Carino’s (Italian food…yummmm) here in Bend for a delicious lasagna dinner. Halfway through the meal, our waiter—a young gentleman, who looked to be about my age—got down on bended knee and handed me a box of chocolates. Mr. O and I were both squirming a little (Umm, hello?! Can’t you see we’re on a date here? With each other?!) when he told us that the restaurant staff had decided to give us the annual award of “sweetest Valentine’s Day couple.” Then a group of retirement home carolers serenaded us with love songs while we ate. Oh. Em. Gee. Proudest moment of my life.
So, every year on Valentine’s Day, we’ve returned to Johnny Carino’s in pursuit of the sweetest couple award. We never won again. We actually never even saw anyone else get *our* box of chocolates and the waiter on bended knee and the geriatric carolers, so maybe it’s not something they do anymore. But I tell ya, once you get a taste of being the sweetest person in an Italian restaurant…you want more.