I’m not a very fun date. Just ask the only man I’ve dated for the last 13 years. We don’t get out alone that often, and when we do, I tend to be uptight, spaced-out or just a big blob of melancholy. We only have four hours. Then it’s back to the grind. What are we going to do with ourselves? We don’t have any money. We shouldn’t be eating at a restaurant. I wish I were wearing a cool scarf. I hope I don’t see anyone I know. Crowds of people make me hyperventilate. Shopping centers remind me of all the things I want but can’t have. Bookstores make me wonder why I waste so much time writing books when 718 billion have already been written. My mind swirls, my head aches, my stomach churns. A wave of hopelessness washes over me, and I just want to go home and go to bed.
Don’t ask me how I managed to snag a husband. It probably has something to do with the fact that I used to be fun and carefree. More Goof-Off, less Miss Panties in a Bunch.
So anyway, Friday afternoon Gabe’s mom called out of the blue. She wondered if we were up for the girlies spending a couple nights at her house, then we could pick them up on Sunday when we went to watch the Super Bowl. OF COURSE WE’RE UP FOR THAT! So, I got everybody’s stuff ready, the girls came home from school, we ate and met Janelle (my MIL) at a McDonald’s 30 minutes from our house. Then whew. A weekend alone.
“So, what do you want to do?” Gabe asked, as we pulled out of the McD’s parking lot sans kiddos. And I launched into a big party-pooper spiel about having no money and not liking to shop because I can’t buy anything and oh, all the people and the sickening materialism and whathaveyou and let’s just stay at home and read and write and work on the computer and eat biscuit pizzas and organize the basement. Whaddya think?
Long story short, we stayed in on Friday night (and it was relaxing and fun!) but I felt convicted on Saturday to honor my husband, show him I’m crazy about him, and if that meant doing crazy things with him like eating at Chili’s and doing a photo shoot in the frigid snow (?!?!?), then so be it.
It ended up being one of my favorite days in a long time.
We slept in (9:30!), ate breakfast, ran errands, chilled in the library, spent $5 on lunch at Arby’s with a coupon, took loose change to a Coinstar machine, had a BLAST! taking pictures in the snow (it was almost like we were dating! and flirting!), chilled at home for a bit, ate at Chili’s, went to Barnes and Noble (where we relocated all but one copy of Expecting to more prominent spots in the store–shameless!), returned something to Walmart, picked up some gift cards at Target for two lucky winners at Big Mama’s (woohoo!), and watched Fireproof. Gabe wanted me to watch it with him, and I’m sure I’ve over-stated the fact that I think movies are a waste of (my oh-so-valuable) time, but this was Honor My Husband Day, so I gave in. I loved it. Sigh. I cried at least nine times. Yes, it was a little cheesy, but I know the message resonates with so many people, and I’m passionate about husbands and wives loving each other and not just co-existing in the same house. (On a related note, I’m speaking to a MOPS group this AM on l-o-v-e and s-e-x. I’d love your prayers!)
Thanks, Gabey, for reminding me that All Work and No Play Makes a Marriage Boring and Stale. I had a great weekend with you! Love you!
Click on the pics to see ’em HUGE. And totally off subject, but before I forget, let me randomly generate a winner of a FREE BOOK.
Here are your random numbers:
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Lisa H., that’s you! Congratulations! (You can e-mail me with your info right over there where it says “Contact.”)
My condolences to everyone who didn’t win, but feel free to order a book (or 2 or 3). And thanks so much for your sweet words on the give-away post. They meant the world to me.
Happy Bright-and-Sunny-Yellow Monday!