I’m Dating My Husband
I know you guys get sick of hearing about how much I love my husband but... you’re about to hear (read) reason #865 why I stare at him while he sleeps.
So last week he sent me a random text asking me what my lunch plans were on my day off. After checking my calendar I informed him I would be free between the hours on 11:30 and 1:15 pm.
So, the week goes by...yadda yadda yadda...and Thursday, my day off arrives. Now I, being the goofy person that I am, managed to schedule an orthodontist appointment and a dentist appointment within 1 hour of each other.
Got my braces tightened. That hurt. Got my teeth cleaned. That was...uncomfortable. Prayed my lunch date wouldn’t be ruined by my sore mouth because I like to eat and I like to eat well.
But that’s boring.
Let me tell you about our date. We went to Kitchen 27, a lovely restaurant inside of Philbrook Art Museum. I was really excited when I saw a butternut squash pasta on the menu because my mouth was KILLING me and I figured the pasta would be soft enough to chew without too much discomfort.
I was all set to choose the pasta when the waitress started describing the K27 Burger. They drizzle truffle oil on the fries, y’all. TRUFFLE OIL!
You can quote me on this.
If you’re going to have a moment of weakness and stray away from the dietary lifestyle changes you keep claiming to “be about to start”...
Make sure the meal is worth it.
If you want a burger...GET A BURGER... but not a regular burger with some ol’ regular fries.
Dont settle for an ol’ “Sugar Hill Gang chicken tastes like wood” kinda meal, friends.
Get yourself a meal so good that when you finish, you throw your fork down on the table...WITH AUTHORITY...and dare someone to judge you.
Slam the fork down and then look around the table like, “WHAT! YEAH I ATE IT AND I’D EAT IT AGAIN!”
So yeah. It was a good burger. I drank water tho...ya know...to maintain a little balance.
We ate on the patio. It was sooooo hot but we had a beautiful view of the gardens so we didn’t mind. After lunch we walked those beautiful gardens.
Now, hubby isn’t a huge fan of prolonged hand holding. I mean, He’ll do it for me, but it’s not really his thing.
So in the garden, instead of immediately reaching for his hand, I locked pinky fingers with him instead, and resisted the urge to swing his arm as we walked.
Look at me, Y’all. I’m COMPROMISING.
He noticed...and held my hand...for a few minutes.
Look at him, y’all. He’s compromising too.
And that’s how it should be when you’re dating. You get to know each other, and you talk to one another, and you laugh together, and you love together, and you hold hands and pinkies and just...be together.
That doesn’t have to stop once you’re married.
Each day is as new as YOU make it.
Be spontaneous. Be compromising. Be yourself. Be hungry for something outside of the regular. Be in love.
By the way... my teeth hurt like nobody’s business later that evening...but it was worth it.