Tonight my son insisted on having a candlelight dinner. He wanted to use the little candle that he made for me at Christmas time. No one else wanted the lights dimmed. But as a kid I remember always asking if we could turn down the lights at dinner, most of the time the answer was "no". I don't know why I thought candles would make dinner more special. I guess it's the silly romantic in me. It seems my son has inherited this trait.
Tonight, however, the decision was in my hands and we ate our chili in the special glow of Ryan's candle.