On actual Valentine's Day, Chris had to work, so it was just me and my other main man for the day. We had a lunch date at Chick-fil-a and an afternoon trip to the library and park, which are all direct ways to his little heart.
After we picked Chris up that evening, we ate a quick dinner and I promptly headed out the door to go grocery shopping at 9 p.m. Because the idea of going to the grocery store by myself when the rest of the world was preoccupied with their plans and the chance at using a regular cart as opposed to the ones with a plastic car attached was also a huge deciding factor in my late night spree. I walked up and down every aisle just because I could.
I am seriously considering doing our grocery shopping every Saturday night because my life has come to that level of excitement.
But back to dinner. We left Liam with his always-willing grandmother and grabbed dinner at 6 p.m. because, truthfully, I wanted to piggy-back on the happy hour prices. We sat side-by-side, shared an appetizer, ate our meals, and then continued to sit for 45 minutes to just talk.
And here's the thing. When you're married with children and jobs and a hectic schedule that leaves you going in different directions all the time, sometimes it's good to just sit and talk. No kids. No silverware flying off the table. No place to be next.
It's the business of marriage, this time set aside. It's the talking about the mortgage and the plan of where we want to be next. It's the talk of money and how much and what to do with it and future promises of more. It's the talk of what's going on in your heart and who has hurt you and where the sting is still fresh. It's talking about all things that come together to run the biggest business we got: us.
Because when it all comes down to it, if we run in different directions, we will never meet. And isn't marriage really about meeting? Meeting during the messes, the fights, the 2 a.m. wake-ups, the tears, the joys, the burnt dinners, the never-ending list of projects, the life changes.
If we focus on meeting, there will always be a reason to meet. There will always be a yearning to meet.
So on Sunday night, we met. And we talked. And our silverware stayed on the table.
And I hope we can do it again soon.