Giddy

How funny is this: I felt naughty tonight because I went out and met my husband at a fundraiser for the Fox Theater. The shindig was held in the lobby of the theater, and the event had wine (although one woman was a nazi about giving out the booze) and munchies, which was good, because I was sipping up a storm. This kind of deal would have made me cringe, in another life. Frankly, fundraisers and networking clatches make me twitchy to this day, but for some reason, tonight, it felt alright. I got to see my husband, who is working his arse off (literally) these days, and I got to talk to an acquaintence who is hilarious, and kiss and say "hi" to a few of the usual suspects. Did I mention wine and food I didn't have to cook? I did, didn't I... And yet, driving home, I found myself laughing in my car, thinking, not of some funny anecdote told to me on the sly while I swigged syrah, but of my 10-month-old daughter eating in her high chair, pinching up food with her hand as she struggles to master the pincer grasp, and going "MMMMmmm" over and over again. With gusto.