Perfect Date August 27, 2009

The other night, hubby came down the stairs around 9pm to announce that he was hungry, he found a recipe, and he was going to the store to get the ingredients (he invited me along). So off we go to the grocery store to shop for goodies for an Italian pasta and we also rented a movie from Redbox - our best friend. By the time we got home, cooked dinner together (he took care of the pasta while I made the salad and garlic bread), and sat down at a candle-lit table to eat, it was about 10:30pm. It was a delightful meal accompanied by a toast given by my hubby – to me and the most wonderful conversation. We sat and talked for a while after we finished eating before taking all the dishes in the kitchen. We decided to leave them there until morning and retreated to snuggle on the couch while watching the movie.

We realized during our meal that we were grown ups in a grown up house eating a grown up meal. That’s the first time I think it’s really hit us that we’re married, very happily so, and living a grown up life. We both got teary-eyed at different points during the meal because we are so completely satisfied and happy with our life together. It was totally spontanious and we were at home, but it was the most perfect date I could’ve ever imagined.

Where does the time go? August 25, 2009

It’s been a long while since I’ve posted anything. . . didn’t realize it was so long ago. Since my last post, hubby and I moved to NC!!  We so love it here, but I miss some of my Floridian friends terribly. I’ve also “celebrated” the 1 year mark of my dad’s death and 2 year mark of Dan’l’s. (Those dates are only 2 days apart). It’s nice being in NC though because I can now visit Keri’s and Dan’l’s parents (2 different sets of people) on a more frequent basis. I grew up about an hour away from where we’re living so I do know lots of people in the area, however I haven’t seen any of them yet except my best friend and my brother. Even Nikki and I have only seen each other once – that’s just crazy to me. We’ve always longed to live closer than 4 states away and now that she’s a 45 minute drive down the road – I still have barely seen her which leads me to my question – where does the time go?

It doesn’t seem like a year since I’ve lost my dad – it does seem more like a year since Dan’l though – but that was 2 years ago. Maybe that’s how it’ll work – like dog years or something. The time goes by so fast – I suppose it’s a good thing when it comes to missing people, but on the other hand it’s kind of stinky. I thought if I didn’t have to work I would have so much more time to get everything done. Not so. There’s ALWAYS something to do or someone to see. My days go by so fast and all I’m doing is laundry and dishes. I don’t get it. Plus, there are so many people I want to go see and visit since moving here but there’s never enough time.

That’s all – just wanted to pose the question that I don’t have the answer to.