My wife got her hair done for her 29th birthday. It was the first time in years, after a long stretch of putting off doing something for herself.
For her birthday, I made sure she finally got to do it. Then I took her out to dinner.
That was the plan: her hair, a meal out, time together. After she’d postponed it for so long, I was glad the appointment had finally become something she got to enjoy instead of something she kept meaning to do.
The part I keep coming back to is sitting across from her afterward. She smiled all night. I got to sit there and see it, which was a pretty good arrangement for me.
I could tell you she looked beautiful, and she did. But she’s my favorite person to sit across from on an ordinary day, too. Getting to take her out on her birthday, after she’d finally done something she’d put off for years, made that familiar pleasure feel especially sweet.
She had her hair done, we went to dinner, and every time I looked across the table, there was that smile.
