For years I laughed off the thought of dating my husband.
- Sure, “when we get some spare time”.
- Sure, “when the kids are older”.
- Sure, “when we win the lottery”.
I wasn’t sure if all these people who told me to date my husband knew the cost of a babysitter for 3 kids and the price of a decent meal out.
Regardless, life kept getting in the way. I got sick and then better. Pete got busier at work and we had a new baby. Just when the big girls were okay with us leaving for a few hours every once in a while, we started over again. We were totally okay with not going out together because we finally had our much awaited baby girl. Life was good. But people still told me to go on dates with my husband.
And then that little baby girls started to grow up. She turned three and we couldn’t believe that we were again over the baby stage. We actually were in a place where the baby was okay with us leaving her for a few hours with her sisters and babysitter. There was no reason why we shouldn’t spend some time together just the two of us.
And so, we went out to dinner. We ate really good food while looking out on the waves crashing on the sandy shores.
We watched fishermen coming in at dusk with their catch.
It was at this point that we started to feel the kid blues. The sadness you feel when you see something really cool and think about how great the kids would think it is too. We headed home shortly after. On the drive home we realized how nice it was to get away for a bit just the two of us. It was not about being away from our kids because we love having them around… it is about us being together. When you are together as a family it’s about the kids, like it should be, when it’s just the two of you together it’s about two people connecting. I finally understand that now… after 13 years!
Tell me, do you ever go on dates with your husband?