Category: date night

Where Did the Weekend Go?

I knew before the weekend even started that it was going to fly by. My husband and I had plans both days, on top of the usual weekend chores, tasks, and to-do lists.

We tried something a little different for date night on Saturday and went on a behind-the-scenes animal feeding tour at a museum nearby with native animal exhibits. We toured the animal food prep kitchen, then got the chance to help feed river otters, cougars, and a black bear. It was awesome! The bear took a biscuit from my hand, and my husband got to feed her a grape, which she took gently, but not without sneaking a lick of his finger to see how he might taste!

On Sunday, I finished a large jewelry order for my online shop, washed and vacuumed my car since I can’t stand a dirty car, vacuumed the house because I also can’t stand a dirty house, then did a quick face mask and hopped into the shower so we could head out to meet one of the kids for dinner. We had a lot of fun and ended up just sitting and talking for a long time, the best kind of conversation: about anything and everything that popped into our heads, serious and funny and everything in between.

When we got home, we stayed up much too late, trying to hold onto the weekend as long as we could. I sat down with my planner to jot down reminders, and this upcoming week is going to be very busy too! Seems like there is something going on each day, besides the obvious: Thanksgiving, one of my favorite holidays. I can’t wait!

Beaches, Sunsets, and Classrooms

This week, my husband and I celebrated 19 years together. We’ve made a tradition of taking a weekend trip near our wedding anniversary. It fell on a weekday this year, so we took a few days off to spend our anniversary at our favorite beach.

It threatened to rain on us, and it was actually sprinkling as we set up our chairs and umbrella the first day, but that was surprisingly soothing: relaxing in our chairs and listening to the gentle rain tap lightly on the umbrella, waves crashing rhythmically in front of us. Then the rain decided to give us a break, and we spent a beautiful afternoon alternating between jumping in the waves and half-dozing under the umbrella.

The days went by so fast. I loved our time together, nothing to worry about but what to get into next. On our last evening, we took a long walk down the beach, picking up seashells that caught our eye, pausing to take in the pink and blue and purple sunset that managed to peek through the clouds, seemingly just for us.

Today, my husband is helping our older daughter set up her classroom for her very first teaching job. I’m not sure which one is more excited about it, him or her! She has talked about being a teacher ever since she was very little. I got her a teacher Barbie doll many years ago that she still has, with a mini chalkboard, stored away with other cherished toys in her old bedroom closet. We played endless hours of school over the years, sitting in front of her while she instructed, preached, told random stories, issued commands, whatever popped into her head as she strutted in front of us. And now, here she is, awaiting the first day of school and her first classroom of (real) students.

I have been thinking of both of them all day. It’s fitting, actually, that the two of them are working together on her classroom today. They have always been close. I love that she was at our house when she received the job offer, and I love that my husband is with her today, working in her classroom with her. They deserve to share this happiness together, after all the jealous and bitter attempts by his ex to drive them apart. It didn’t work on them, and it didn’t work on us. Go figure.

I’m looking forward to heading home and hearing all about his day, and her classroom, and her new school, before we settle into our weekend together. It’s going to be diabolically hot, but yard work doesn’t do itself, so there is definitely some heavy sweating in our Saturday forecast. But after that (and after much-needed showers) is our date night, so it will be a great day, no matter what.

Recharge

This image looked really familiar to me, like I have posted it before, but I can’t remember. If I did…oh well! I still like it, and it feels fitting for this weekend. I have a lengthy to-do list, as usual, but we also have a date night planned, and I have some personal projects that I am looking forward to. Almost time to head home and get this weekend started!

Rainy Weekend

Looks like a rainy weekend for us here, and I am actually excited about that. I have plenty to do outside, like starting the spring yard clean-up, pruning our roses, washing and waxing my car, but I love the idea of a quiet, snuggly weekend at home with my husband.

Both of us have several hobbies, so it’s not unusual for us to end up in separate rooms for a bit, working on our own thing. But even while we’re doing that, I like just knowing he’s nearby, hearing him moving around, occasionally talking to himself, wandering into the room to pester me and see if he can make me laugh.

After a busy work week, I love waking up on Saturday mornings: no alarm clock, peaceful, just the gentle whir of the ceiling fan, birds faintly singing outside, and the soft sound of his breathing. Just me and him, with the world shut outside.

When he wakes up, one of the first questions one of us usually asks is, “What do you want to do today?” I love that question, the whole day spread out in front of us, ours to do with as we like.

I think, this weekend, I will crumple up that to-do list. Set it aside for another weekend. I have a pile of books, some tea, rocking chairs on the porch, and snuggle time and date night with my best friend that I would rather focus on the next two days, instead.

Hot Chocolate Night

We are a few days into a string of below-freezing nights. I’m over it already, but we still have more than a week to go of this arctic fun.

My husband keeps reminding me that I hate summer and being hot. Well, I never said I wanted to swing to the other extreme and live in the North Pole. Whatever happened to nice, cool fall days with a soft breeze, when you might need a sweatshirt and jeans, not a parka and gloves and the temperament of a polar bear?

Last night, my husband built the first fire of the season in our fireplace. We have been in this house nearly a decade, and it is still exciting to me when we have a fire going. I loved snuggling on the couch together, cozy and warm on a cold night, listening to the fire crackling. The best part, though, is after we head to bed together, and the house is dark and quiet, but the fire is still glowing and snapping, peaceful and soothing.

Tonight is going to be even colder than last night. My husband and I already have a date night planned, then coming home to thaw out and relax by the fireplace again. This morning, he said, “We need hot chocolate tonight.” I agreed and said, “With marshmallows!”

If we absolutely must have freezing cold nights, well, I’m grateful for our fireplace, our warm house, hot chocolate in different flavors, and snuggling up with my best friend…oh, and of course, marshmallows!

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