Fifteen years of marriage deserved a night that felt special. Between raising two kids, juggling work, and managing the everyday chaos that never seemed to end, David and I hadn’t had a night that was just ours in too long.
So, when he told me that he’d made reservations at one of the most elegant restaurants in the city, I could barely contain my excitement.
It wasn’t the kind of place we usually went. We were more of a takeout-on-the-couch couple than a white-tablecloth one. But when we walked in hand in hand that evening, I felt that familiar spark that only shows up when you remember why you fell in love in the first place.
The chandeliers shimmered overhead while soft piano music drifted through the candlelight. I wore the navy dress David always loved, the one he said made my eyes look lighter.
He’d even ironed the shirt I’d bought him for our 13th anniversary. The maître d’ led us to a corner table by the window, where the city lights glowed like distant stars.
When we sat down, David smiled across the table.
“You look beautiful,” he said. “I’m a lucky man.”
“You say that every time I wear this dress,” I said, laughing softly.
“And I mean it every time,” he said, raising his glass.
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