The girls were excited. They helped set the table. (Well, they spent most of the time picking out the candles. Candles are their favorite.) I got out the table cloth and nice plates. The girls’ simple salads of carrots and ranch dressing were arranged in a circle, all fancy.
The special occasion was Buttercup’s $0.01 dress from Nordstrom’s Rack, the one on the left. It was super cute, her size, and marked as “100% Savings!” on the red clearance sticker. It was a computer error, but they honored the price. It is hard to buy just one beautiful girl’s dress in our house, so I found another one at the same store for Sparkles for $12, no computer error, just a good sale price.
Who wants to come home with such beautiful dresses and have no where to go? Not me! Who wants to do something expensive and complicated, spending all the money they saved on a $0.01 dress? Not me, either!
I am not Martha Stewart. If you have been to my house for dinner or a party, you know this for sure. I’m never ready on time, I don’t have the right serving pieces and I might have to microwave the bar-b-que chicken to cook it on the inside before the grill burns it on the outside. It is all well intentioned, but it isn’t pretty.
This dinner was like that. There were creases in the table cloth, the meat was a little over cooked and it was a multi-course dinner only because my timing was lousy. But none of that mattered. We set the intention for it to be a special dinner. We did extra things to make it nice. Blue Eyes was surprised and happy and the girls thought it was special.
It’s sweet when you are two and four-years-old. It’s easier to make something special. I want to be more open to that feeling. That I don’t need to spend money or eat something or be validated in some official way to have a good night. Some times I can just say that it is and light a candle, making it so.