Just the two of us. |
My Husby believes in date night.
A least once a week.
He and me.
Fun.
In our earlier, more penurious days we
got creative.
In nice weather, long walks.
Around town. Along the river bottom.
Sometimes, we'd wander through the
mall, just looking.
Occasionally buying a hot chocolate or
ice cream cone to share.
Going grocery shopping.
Having an evening picnic.
Wonderful times.
As we near retirement, dating consists
of movies, dinners, theatre and concerts.
Still fun.
As long as we're together.
A couple of evenings ago, my Husby's
truck broke down.
He pulled into the nearest parking lot.
Called for a tow-truck, and then called
me to come and bring him home.
I arrived long before said tow-truck.
Looooong before.
Together, we waited.
Nearby were several formal restaurants.
And an A&W.
Not wanting to leave the truck until
help deigned to arrive, Grant suggested that one of us run across the
street to the fast food outlet and grab a couple of burgers.
I volunteered.
Between you and I, I'd rather do that
then instruct a tow-truck driver if and when he decided to show up.
Ahem . . .
I returned.
We ate.
Have I mentioned that the world looks
better on a full tummy?
Well, it does.
We talked and laughed.
Sitting on the tailgate of the truck in
the warm sun.
And the cool summer breeze.
Oh, we both had places we needed to be.
Things that needed doing.
But, for that moment, all that was
important were a couple of burgers.
The tailgate of our truck.
The warm summer evening.
And the two of us.
Re-discovering the perfect date.
In our sunset years.