Thursday, July 21, 2011
I generally feel lucky, but especially so on date nights. To be married to this cute guy. To someone who values making time for our story. To someone who humors me, whether it be my excitement over trying a Dark & Stormy, or my wanting to capture a snapshot of us but not ask the waitress to take it.
Date night can be a challenge in our little town. We had a great dinner at Buck's, then picked out a dvd at the Mom&Pop rental place (The Adjustment Bureau, which was silly and lovely). We enjoyed some gelato as we walked like tourist around our main street. Not too long ago, we didn't go out until after we'd tucked the kids in bed; now we make sure all the kids will be asleep when we return.
I remember thinking, I want to write about this, want to be sure I remember a happy night like this, but now most of what I remember are the who/what/where facts. I've already lost most of the conversation, even though that is what I relished most---uninterrupted conversation. But I do remember looking up at the lightning storm on our back deck and feeling incredibly lucky to be in love with my best friend.
Lucky by Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat