Friday, August 10, 2012

Date Night

My favorite thing about my husband Zac is that he is my best friend.  I truly enjoy being in the same room as him.  He can make me laugh with his silly antics, and sometimes he knows how I'm feeling even before I do.  Our relationship started off as friends, and that has remained our core over the years.

One challenge that parenthood has brought is that we don't have as much time as before to hang out with one another.  Some days in the course of the last few months I have looked at him at in the evening as we are slumped on the couch, dozing off from an exhausting day, and said, "I miss you."  Even though I have seen him or have spent the entire day with him, we don't have the time to actually look one another in the eye and have a conversation.  I miss my best friend.

Enter Sunday.  We got the go-ahead a few weeks ago from the attachment specialist that we could have a babysitter for Feven.  My sister, brother-in-law, and niece came over to our house and Zac and I ran out the door! 

Well, not exactly.  We did the proper thing by getting Feven used to her caregivers for the night, we spent time saying our usual goodbye to her, and then we ran out the door!

What freedom there was in leaving our daughter in the great care of my sister and her family!  What freedom there was in having a whole 2 hours to spend with only each other!  What bliss! 

We purchased sandwiches and brought them to a lake near where we lived when we were first married.  We had our supper on the grass near a waterfall and people-watched for awhile.  We then went to Grand Ave in St. Paul to get ice cream and walked down the street hand in hand.  Simple, yet amazing.  What a great night!

1 comment:

  1. Way to go!!!! That for sure is the best thing for Feven in the future, glad she is doing so well that you could leave her AND so glad you took the initiative to go on a date. Many first time parents don't and then they get stuck b/c they never have. Looks like an amazing park. Love reading your blog. Sad to not have met you this past weekend.