We went out to dinner last night for my birthday.  We had a really nice booth in the center of Brio beneath  fabric streamers that radiated to meet above our table.  The five of us had a wonderful time.

I am a people watcher.  There was a couple not too far from us who were dressed up for a Tuesday, at least compared to me!  They were very attractive but not very animated.  They pretty much just ate.

Before the first couple left, a second couple was seated.  It's funny, but except for the colors the ladies wore, they were carbon copies of each other--late twenties, very nicely dressed.  Both were right in my line of sight, so I would have had to stare at my plate to miss them.  Anyway, the first couple soon made their stately exit, apparently used to being the center of attention.

Then our waiter brought the first course to the other couple.  He had been very efficient and charming as he served us, but he proved he was only human.  A sharp knife slid from the wooden tray, tip down, to land at the second young man's feet.  I cringed for our waiter, but there was no reaction from the gentleman or the lady.  The waiter brought out a clean knife.

Then as I watched, the second young man caught his date's hand and pulled it next to his heart.  Then they tipped their heads together and asked the blessing.  I was so moved I had to look away. 

That's what I want for my kids.