When I got to the ballroom, Rory had set up a little table and was sitting there in soft candlelight, dressed in a dinner suit. Usually, getting him to wear a tie is hard work.
He stood up as I came in and said softly, "I had a feeling I was going to meet someone special tonight."
He came over, took my hand and kissed it. He'd even remembered to set up the baby monitor so I could be sure of hearing if the children needed anything.
It was good to have a nice, unhurried meal together. Sitting there looking at him, I thought again how lucky I am to be married to a man like him.
As we were eating, he sometimes leant over the table to feed me and I shed a shoe and let my foot stroke his legs. He likes that. After a while, he caught my foot with his hand and began to massage it. He looked into my eyes and smiled as I melted. "I love you." I said.
"Do you have any idea how perfect you are?" he said.
I laughed. I was about to answer when I heard a sound from one of the babies. I suddenly sat up straight, then heard Bryony say, "Don't cry, little baby. Mummy will come in a bit. I think she's just putting the dogs to bed." The baby seemed to settle down.
"Our daughter is so good with the babies." said Rory.
"She is." I said.
We went on with the meal, then, afterwards, Rory put on some music and we danced, me lumbering yeti-like and Rory moving with his usual grace and ease. We danced to "The Way You Look Tonight". My husband is such a romantic.
Eventually, I got tired and Rory kissed me, then lifted me into his arms and carried me upstairs.
When we got to our room, Bryony laughed and said, "What are you doing carrying Mummy, Daddy?"
And Rory looked into my eyes, smiled and said, "I like carrying Mummy."
"You're funny!" she said. I have to agree. He is. He's also adorable. We all fell asleep in a happy huddle and all my dreams were full of blue eyes and kisses.