Today is a glorious, glorious day. This evening, after work, Joe and I are taking the boys to my stepmom’s house to spend the night, and we are going out on a date.
A date! Somehow the stars aligned and Joe got a Friday night off, and we’re venturing out into the world as a couple for the first time in I don’t even know how long. I can’t remember the last time we went out to eat together, just the two of us. In fact, I can’t remember the last time we had a meal together that didn’t include one of the following sentences: “Please do not lick your food. You do a very good imitation of a dog, but you are not a dog” or “ I know you think it’s hilarious to mix your yogurt into your spaghetti, but just remember, you still have to eat it” or (my personal favorite) “The next little boy who sticks food up his nose is going to bed RIGHT NOW.” So sitting down together, having a civilized meal and maybe a glass or two of wine, is obviously sounding very appealing.
It’s supposed to snow tonight, so the temptation to just stay home all evening is strong, but we’re determined to at least have a nice dinner out. We may go see a movie, too, depending on how much time we have -- or we may just go home and curl up on the couch and watch a movie. Either way is more than fine with me. It’s the company I care about.
I was reading a legal document for work a couple of weeks ago, and I came across this sentence: The marriage is irretrievably broken.
It stopped me cold. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a more heartbreaking sentence. A marriage, an entire life together, reduced to two gut-wrenching words.
I don’t ever, ever want to hear my marriage described that way. And so: Date nights. Making his favorite meals. Being attentive to his needs. Sympathizing, understanding, and loving, as much and as often as I possibly can.
I can’t wait to spend this evening with him.