Now granted, my expectation for Fridays tend to be pretty high anyway, but last week they were especially so. A few days earlier I asked that beautiful wife of mine out for dinner and a movie, which we haven’t done lately on account of all the morning/day/evening/night sickness.
The entire week we made it a little game like this was one of our very first dates. Wednesday-ish I brought her flower and told her I was really looking forward to seeing her this weekend. Thursday and early Friday she would leave me little voicemail messages just to check on how she should dress for our outing and generally be her extremely adorable, very sexy, self.
So how could something with this sort of setup go so horribly awry? First, there was the traffic. Jenn called me around
For two hours we were stuck in the car. That brought the total hours since my pregnant wife had last eaten too 8, and the number of minutes until the movie started to zero. Without really thinking about it, we grabbed a bunch of stuff from the concession stand, (which cost more then if we would have had a nice sit down meal at Clayton’s Il Vicino like we planned) and rushed into the movie.
Showing up just in the nick of time, we were left with no seats other than the second row, so the viewing experience was wretched. And by the time the movie was over, the sitting, lack of real food, and general stress of the day was making Jenn a cranky, nauseous, girl. Thank god this wasn’t one of our first dates, otherwise she probably would never see me again.
We went straight home and she went directly to bed. I kicked off my shoes and went to check on emails from my many clients. Instead I find—with my bare feet—that the blind ol’ dog’s potty training didn’t fair to well with all the thunderstorms. It was quite the capper to the evening.
This all got me thinking about the worst dates I’ve ever had, which I’ll probably have to write about later on this week.
I’ve got a joke I throw out every now and again about how sex is like pizza… even when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good. I know it’s a terribly unromantic analogy, but such is a date with Jenn. Even when things are conspiring to be awful, I still have a pretty wonderful time. She makes me smile. She embodies my happiness, without being so cheerful as to get annoying. We just… click.
Anyway, we made up for the bad date by getting Il Vicino’s on Saturday, and going baby shopping on Sunday. I don’t know what the point of this little rant is other then to say how I’m madly in love with my wife.
You know… I guess that’s a pretty good point to make.
Here’s a song that always makes me think about her.
Push
By Sarah McLachlan
Every time I look at you the world just melts away
All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections
You’ve seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am
And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
You’re all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe
I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe
No matter what I say or do cause you’re too good to fight about it
Even when I have to push just to see how far you’ll go
You wont stoop down to battle but you never turn to go
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
You’re all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe
Your love is just the antidote when nothing else will cure me
There are times I cant decide when I cant tell up from down
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise Id drown
But you pick me up & brush me off and tell me I’m OK
sometimes that’s just what we need to get us through the day
2 comments:
Hubby,
I had a great time this weekend buying nursery stuff and talking about the baby. You are my best friend. I love every moment we are together, even in traffic!
You guys just make me smile.
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