Kris and I work into our schedule a weekly date night, unless he is flying all week trying to buy momma a new pair of shoes, of course. We love date nights. We talk. I laugh a lot. He holds my hand. And, from time to time, I discover something about him I’d never known before. I like that.
We don’t’ really use this time to discuss our stuff. You know, our “issues”. Those are usually reserved for times after we put the kids to bed in our living room. We like for date nights to be about enjoying each other and that occasional new discovery. Not me pointing out to Kris how I need him to do this more or that less, thus, making the date night about me and not each other. Read me?
I feel like I know Kris pretty well. Of course, there was this recent moment where I watched the third installment of Pirates of the Caribbean for the one-hundreth and seventy-ninth time. After the credits rolled, my friend pointed out that Will Turner and Elizabeth Swan had a son. How did I miss that? How did Kris miss that? So, I called Kris to let him in on the little secret, and he said, “I know.”
How could he not have shared that with me? It’s like I don’t even know him.
You see? Always room for discovery.
Kris Takle, I get the joy of rediscovering you. I’m forever yours, faithfully.
Now, let’s end this blog before the lines get even cornier.
What’s your idea of a perfect date night?