He stops by my place to pick me up at 11:45 am I thought we were going to the packhouse, that’s where the warriors always go for lunch. But as I take in the sight before me, I am surprised to see a picnic basket and a blanket in his arms.
“What’s all this,” I ask, and my heart throbs with happiness.
“I figured a picnic would be nice,” he smiles, and there he is making me melt again.
“I never took you for such a romantic,” I admit and he smiles playfully. I take his arm and he leads the way. We head down by the park to the garden area. It’s a beautiful place for a picnic, even in the fall. The leaves are different shades of red, orange and yellow, and it's beautiful. Jake lays out the blanket, and we sit on it.
“Now, full disclosure. I didn’t make this. I picked it up from the packhous
