Sipping on Something Sweet

“Hey baby, whatcha doin’?”
“I’m about to leave the office . . . and you?”
“Oh I’m home already; sipping on something sweet
and waiting on you”

We hang up;
I turn off the lights
lock the door
and head for the garage

I pull out onto I Street NW
DC traffic
is a bit much
and my baby is waiting on me
I smile
because this is one of those times
where road rage could be justified

But it’s time to chill
I open the sun roof
add a little smooth jazz
to the moment
and let out an ah,
yeah, I’m on my way
to my beautiful lady

A few friends call
to see what they can bring
she invited them too
said it was an “impromptu party”
cool

Weave in
and out of the city
until I hit the ‘burbs
and the phone rings
“Hello”
“Hey baby do you mind if a few friends stop over?”
“Definitely not; should I pick up anything?”
“Another bottle of wine; we have enough of everything else”

I stop at the Wine Cellar
now let’s see, hmm
Sauvignon Blanc? Or a cabernet . . . perhaps a merlot?
I call her back, “What do you prefer?”
“You”
I’m smiling like an infatuated sixteen year old
“Seriously baby”
“I am serious . . . but Moscato is cool”
Moscato it is
I pick up two bottles
and a dozen roses
from the florist next door

I arrive home
and the aroma
floating through the air
is both sweet
savory
I change
and join the growing crowd
jazz is still playing
lightly in the background
there’s laughter
good conversation
everyone is relaxed
and enjoying themselves

I sit back in amazement;
what started off as the typical day
has been transformed
into anything but typical
and all because of the amazing woman
in my life . . . here’s a toast to you

I smiled the whole way through that ~ what a perfectly typical amazing day!

Thanks . . . and I have to say, I smiled while writing this. I was really inspired