Last night, C. and I went downtown and shopped at Pottery Barn and Williams-Sonoma. Then he surprised me by taking me to a restaurant called the Roof Top, which is aptly named because it is indeed on the top floor of a building that overlooks Temple Square.
We had a table right by the window, where we could look out and see dozens of sparkling lights across the valley. There were candles flickering on the tables and a vast array of salads, main dishes and deserts from which to choose.
I kept trying to imprint all of the moments in my mind so that I could take each one out and replay it at a later date (DVR the moments of my life?) I felt as if I was in a movie--and there was even a soundtrack. There was a piano player playing a song from Casablanca when we walked in and from the Wizard of Oz when we walked out.
This morning, we talked about other "characters" at the restaurant and scripted their stories. One of the many things that I love about C. is how he listens to my stories and adds to them, whether we're on the top of a roof overlooking a city or wrapped up in a blanket and watching football on the couch.
Love,
Rachel
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