Note to Self

Wednesday, July 16, 2003


Date Night

Matt and I had a date Saturday night. Just the two of us...yes, you heard me, no kids. Let me preface this with the obligatory gushing of how much I love my boys, love spending time with them, and did I mention that we went out ALONE.

Deb, my MIL, came over at 8:30 to mind the boys for us. The plan was that I would nurse Keaton down, order pizza for the older boys and let them stay up until they collapsed watching movies with Grammy. It all went according to plan. Made me nervous. Nothing ever goes as planned. We were out of the door by 8:50.

Now being almost nine o'clock in our early-to-bed, early-to-rise town there wasn't much of a
selection entertainment wise. Our local movie theatre got blown down in a tornado last fall, and still is not rebuilt, but we do have a drive-in(we used to have two, but one also got destroyed in the tornado). So we picked up Mexican food and set off for the drive-in. Alone....have I mentioned that yet?

Charlies Angles 2 and T3 were set to play. I could do without T3, but at last they weren't animated. We snuggle up together in DH's pickup truck, holding hands, and watching the movie. It was great. We did not have to take anyone to the restroom, refill water bottles, change diapers, or wipe anyone's nose. I can see the appeal in this whole date thing.
During intermission we both got to go to the bathroom at the same time, without taking shifts. So we strolled to the restrooms hand in hand, taking our time looking at posters featuring upcomng movies and discussing which ones we would like to see. Even a trip to the bathroom became romantic. Can you tell we're starved for some couple time?! LOL

As T3 began, I was getting tired and battling sleep. I curled up against Matt and closed my eyes. The night air was cool, with a slight breeze coming in the windows, smelling like summer can only smell. I could feel the stubble on Matt's cheeks and hear his heart beating as I rested my head against him. He smelled of soap, warm skin and freshly mowed grass. His chest was warm with my hair draping it. His lips whispered sweet songs in my ear as his warm breath tickled my neck. I fell in love all over again as I laid there trying hard no to go to sleep, knowing that when I awoke this moment, our time alone, would be gone. Alas, I lost the battle with my eyelids, and drifted off to blissful sleep in my lover's arms.

Note to Self: Simple gestures often bring about the most complex pleasues.

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