Shhhhhhh, don’t tell him, but this weekend…. I’m taking the hubby on a date.
We don’t usually do this, hardly ever. I can count on one hand how many time we have gone anywhere alone in years.
Sometimes though, the stars align….
I thought about it today, a friend we wanted to take out for her birthday has other plans. I already thought about getting a sitter so we could spend time and enjoy her company, actually focus on her instead of the kids.
She’s busy. Ok, fine, some other time.
But wait…. WE could still go out. Alone!
I know the perfect place. We just talked about it this past week. It’s not a fancy place, it’s not even an especially good place. But we went there early in our dating history, and we both remember one night in particular when I got lost trying to walk out the door, ended up in the downstairs bar while he waited behind for me to realize where I was, and watched as I tried to figure out how I got there. Silly thing, but he laughed at me and I felt kind of embarrassed. It became somehow cute to him, that I could lose my way so easily.
Probably now it’s not that funny to him, but at least back then it was endearing.
So I’m taking him there. And we can sit at the table, and we’ll hold hands and tell each other how much we love each other, and he’ll tease me about how lucky I am to have him, I’ll tell him how lucky HE is to have me. Then he’ll get serious and say I’m right, he IS the lucky one. And he’ll thank me for loving him, and for our beautiful children.
I know this because he does this all the time, we always have this little exchange, but it never gets old.
And then we can go home, and stay up late with the little ones, watching movies and eating popcorn.
At the end of the night, daddy and Sammy will be snoring together on his Cars couch, I’ll be on this computer, and all will be right with the world.