I had a date.

I picked her up from school.

We played in the park for a couple hours.

She fed the ducks dinner.

We walked, talked and laughed.

Jannah and I carried our date well into the evening.

Together we held our make-believed  mics, sang and danced.

Now, we chat and comb Pink Poney's hair talking about the last weekend that we will spend together before she turns five years old.

What a date!