And this romance started with an email.
I got an email saying, can we go out on a date. Just once a month. You and me. I told him, the funny thing was I had wanted to run a Saturday morning coffee date by him for a long time. But that stupid thing called life kept getting in the way.
We decided that life sometimes just had to wait. We were going to start dating. I love it. I LOVE IT. On our Saturday morning dates we go to the Grounds in Cokato, sit by the big picture windows and talk about a whole lot of nothing.
The first Thursday night we went to The Red Lodge. WE love that place. Its always slow, and usually has horrible service. But we are there on a date. Just me and my date. I really don't want you coming to my table all the time. Me and this boy, we are connecting. We have nothing but time and eyes for each other. So go ahead, cook my food slow. I am here with the love of my life.
The next Thursday date, well, I had a crappy day at work and it was like -100 degrees outside. I wanted to go home, turn on the fireplace and cuddle up on the couch. And that is what we did. Kids went to bed and we sat up and watched the fireplace.
Let me tell you this dating thing is awesome. I love having myself out there again. I spent many years raising kids, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and all of that stuff. Not that I don't do that stuff now, but I remember why I loved dating. I love the connecting with my husband. I love the undivided attention we can give one another.
Not to mention, the kids giggle when we tell them we are going on a "date"
Its the small things people. Keep them small.
