The food wasn't fancy- pasta with meat sauce and garlic bread.
The setting wasn't spectacular- just our kitchen.
The timing was off- it was almost 10pm and kind of late for dinner.
And that wasn't wine in our glass- it was Pepsi (his) and Diet Coke (mine).
But it was our first candlelit dinner, and as we ate and chatted about babies with head trauma, the dating escapades of our friends, how much Pete hates my cat, how much I love her, and just enjoying ourselves and the food in general, I could feel happiness floating around the room.