Surprise Picnic

I couldn't let the day end without telling about my surprise picnic tonight. It was, as I called it, romantic. We were out at my parents today, and Jenna came and whispered in my ear that I was going to have a picnic with just her. A little bit later I went to find her. She was in the kitchen making peanut butter and honey half sandwiches. She bagged them up, had two plums bagged up, and a blanket. She put them all in a basket with a handle and told me to wait while she set it up. I was told to close my eyes and she led me down to the basement where she set up our picnic on a mattress (it was too cold and windy to have it outside under the trees). We had the most wonderful picnic ever, even though I died twice from a "peanut butter allergy" that I decided to have just for a moment. I was informed that I should be careful when I die, because I could crack my head on the concrete floor. We snuggled while she ate my plum because she dropped hers on the dirty floor and didn't want to eat it after washing it with soap. When I asked her what her favorite part of the day was, she said "This part right here. Mommy time with you."