Deidre couldn't believe it. Today was her tenth anniversary. She shook her head and smiled. It seemed hard to believe that she had been married to a wonderful man like Scott that long. She felt incredibly lucky to have found a man like him. She thought of all the wonderful things she now had in her life.
Her stepson, Greg, Scott's oldest son, was a very successful plastic surgeon in New York City. He was married to a beautiful woman and was very happy with his life style. His daughter, Carly, was a joy. She married a great young man and was a teacher and coach at a local school. More importantly for Deidre and Scott, was the fact that they had two beautiful daughters. Yes, Deidre was a grandmother and she loved it.
Her two boys were also doing well. Robbie was playing baseball at the Double A level and moving up quickly. Mike was playing basketball at the University of Minnesota. Even Bess was doing well in Chicago as she got her big break and was now on the anchor desk for the local ESPN. Deidre had nothing to complain about.
She also knew that her marriage was solid and her love for Scott was fully returned. About 5 years ago she acted a little crazy and let sex take the place of love. She felt she could experiment with a different life style but when push came to shove, she realized it wasn't her. What amazed her was how Scott accepted it all without judging her. Since that wild week in the islands, he never mentioned it again. She realized that Scott's love for her was unconditional and she had taken advantage of that. She had almost wrecked the best thing that ever happened to her. Their sex life was good and healthy now but definitely much tamer than during that time. Now it was 5 years later and Scott was taking her out for a special dinner.
She looked across the table at Scott. He was busy scanning the menu so he didn't see her look. My, he is so handsome, she thought. His hair was thinning with a little grey but he kept it short so it didn't show. His face was tan showing that he didn't work behind a desk and it showed off his great smile. He kept himself in great shape by continuing to work at his construction company, not just being the boss but being involved in the actual work. For 55 years old, he was fantastic. Deidre felt her heart beat faster.
"What?" he said.
She looked down at the menu, her eyes widening a bit at the prices. The food sounded amazing, but she wasn't sure any food was worth that price.
"Don't look so worried, Dee," Scott said.
"If you say so." She sat her menu down and picked up her glass of wine, taking a sip. "This place is very nice. I've forgotten how nice it was. I think maybe they've remodeled a bit though." She remembered that night. It was their first "official" date and just the thought made her squirm in her seat.
"I do like it," he agreed. "It looks nicer than it did the last time we were here."
"The prices have increased."
He chuckled. "It was the least I could do for our tenth anniversary."
Deidre smiled. "I can't believe that we've been together for ten years! I mean, God, when did we get so old?"
Scott laughed. "Hey, speak for yourself. I don't think fifty-five is old."
"On you maybe but I'm forty-five. And grandmother."
"You are one sexy grandmother. Besides you remember what Greg said about you."
This summer Greg and wife had visited and when he saw Deidre in a bathing suit, he was impressed. He told her that she had the best body he seen on woman her age and he had seen quite a few in his line of work. Deidre wasn't sure if Greg was just being polite but she did try to keep her shape. It was a battle to keep the weight off and she fought hard to avoid any sagging. Greg told her she had a figure like Josie Goldberg but she had no idea who that was or if it was a compliment or not.
He held up his wine glass, toasting against the edge of hers. "You're only as old as you feel, my dear."
She smiled, sipping her drink. They ordered their food and sat in silence, enjoying the soft piano music. The place was crowded, but their conversations were low, making the atmosphere very cozy and calming.
"Do you remember our first date?" Scott asked.
She laughed softly. "Yes, I do. If you want to call the concession stand at the Little League field our first date."
"At least we've stepped up in the world, eh?"
"I was thirty-five years old, with 2 boys, and recently divorced, so I thought that I never find another man that could rock my world."
"It hasn't been for lack of trying on my part." A grin slowly spread across his face. "I remember that night, as well."
She smirked. "I remember what we did before we left to go home."
"Good thing the game didn't go into extra innings..."
She ran my hand across the table, taking his, squeezing. "Yes."
"Remember the time when we came here?"
She bit her lip as the memory flooded back. "Of course I remember," she said. "You made me feel so daring, so sexy."
Scott glanced down at their hands as she played with his fingers. He interlocked his around hers, locking onto her slate blue eyes with his brown. "I remember the whirlwind of sexual frenzy we had that first year."
"We did it everywhere and anywhere we could possibly think of."
