Last weekend, while Maggie and Sydney were staying at my parents, we got to go on a date. I had worked during the day and at the end of the day both Barry and I came home to a quiet, quiet house.
It was odd since between both Maggie and Sydney we’ve almost always got one of them lobbying for some attention.
I spent an extra long time getting dolled-up to head out the door, only because I could, and we crammed ourselves into our smaller car and hit the road to have dinner in Seattle.
The drive wasn’t pretty because we hit traffic, but being able to sit in a car and chat Barry up without a Pug on my lap or Maggie shouting from the back was just as enjoyable as it was rare. I loved it.
Dinner was a luxurious affair of fancy-pants food, drinks and conversation. Halfway through dinner we realized that one of our ‘shared’ memories wasn’t quite shared. Barry claims it happened in Canada and I swear it happened in the good old US of A. We agreed to disagree, but both of us found it humorous that we’ve been together long enough to not quite remember things.
I never tire of telling Barry how much I appreciate and love him. I think because he is a constant surprise to me, encouraging me in so many different ways. I wish everybody had a version of him in their lives….life with him is rich, full of purpose and adventure.
We capped our night off by ordering an extra large chocolate chip cookie that arrived in a cast iron skillet, just to make sure that all our talk about our future (and getting oldish) wasn’t because we are old. We ate most of the cookie and then hit the town…..or maybe found our car and drove home to a quiet house.
People should go on dates more often with those they love…