recently will and i have had some struggles in finding time to spend with each other alone. it's hard when our relationship began in 1996 and coasted on through the majority of 2011 with just the two of us at the center to all of the sudden change gears and shift the focus to another human being.
don't get us wrong - we wanted to grow our family - we got down on our hands and knees and cried out to God for a family - but just living with each other alone for fifteen years afforded us lots of "us" time that no longer exists, and not a lot of room to learn how this new time sharing would look. so this year, for my birthday we made it a priority to have lots of "us" time. really a gift to all of us to ensure that mommy and daddy stay solid as a rock. we know we're no good for dax if we're spent and lately we were getting pretty close to running out of gas, understanding, and patience.
this past weekend will and i celebrated my birthday by going out on two date nights that he set up for us. the weekend included zero work and all time spent on togetherness. will took me to adult places, places without high chairs, places that were the opposite of toys r us. we let our hair down and acted like something other than parents - mommies without diaper bags. friday night will and i went to a very "hip" and modern bar called "fox liquor bar" located in the basement of a building in downtown. it was some place a person under 21 would never be allowed. we felt pretty preppy and old when we first got there, but after some other "nerds" started arriving, we settled in. (we try to be "cool", but we are pretty giant nerds.) after a few cocktails and a cheese plate we headed over to "bida manda" (a laotian restaurant) by foot. it was so fun to walk through the streets of town arm in arm, just like we used to do. we stopped to take stupid pictures and just be silly. our reservations were accepted a few minutes early and our waitress was super personable. she made recommendations after our prompting and scored me the last bowl of crispy pork belly soup. the place lived up to my palate's expectations and we sat on red metal chairs and talked for hours. the night drew to an end with two macaroons on a slate with a candle and singing from my husband. we shared our last few bites filling stuffed on tasty food, drink, and reconnection.
so, we're vowing for more date nights and more conversation that does not include talk about "pao poo" aka. poop.
so thankful for another year with my boys.