Jason and I took Dave Ramsey’s “Financial Peace University”class recently. All I can say is literally every person should take this class at some point in their existence. There would be no financial issues on this earth or in any government. Just sayin’.
That being said, one of our cash envelopes is set aside each week for eating out. I’ve enjoyed this because prior to Dave’s class, we ate out a ton and our monthly budget seemed to be slipping through our fingers. Plus, my thighs were bigger.
Now we stick with our “Eating Out” budget and it’s like money has magically appeared in our bank account. Crazy stuff. I now believe in magic.
And I’m using my treadmill more and lifting weights, so that’s likely why my thighs aren’t as large.
|White man overbite, November 2012|
Anyway, I love our little “Eating Out” envelope. Every once in a while when Ryan and I are out on the town running errands we’ll stop for a lunch date at our favorite spot and use about $8.00 of our “Eating Out” budget. A couple of months ago there was a sunny warm day and Ryan was a hungry little lion, so we headed over to our favorite spot, ordered, got our food, and found a cozy 2-top outside in the sunshine where we shared our plate of goodness.
It didn’t occur to me then. Nor had it occurred to me all the other times the two of us had shared a lunch date at this same little place…
Fast forward to a few weeks ago when the whole family was running errands. It was my turn to choose our lunch spot. We rotate who gets to choose where we are eating among Jason, Emily and myself.
I chose “Garbanzo’s”.
And as I spooned a mouthful of hummus into Ryan’s sweet little lips, I realized a dream of mine had already come true. And as we shared the last falafel, I knew it had…
He may not have dark hair yet. And at 3 feet, he certainly doesn’t tower over his mama, either.
But, I am so very grateful that unknowingly, Ryan and I found our favorite spot, and it’s there where we laugh and cry, or whine, over falafels.