romance is…pizza, coffee, music, conversation & memories

can i just say in response to ms. mandy’s post a while back about romance in marriage…that yeah, it’s possible! not convenient a lot of times, but possible! we’re in our 14th yr. of bein’ together and we’re still comin’ up w/new things. course $ helps, but it’s sure not nec. ~ if you have a way to swap kids w/a friend and walk around downtown together holding a coffee in one hand and each other with the other, it’s all good…like ethan hawke says to winona ryder in “reality bites” :

Troy:: See Lainy, this is all we need. A couple of smokes, a cup of coffee, and a little bit of conversation. You and me and five bucks.
Lelaina:: You got it!

case-in-point: my hubs got tickets to a concert (one of our fave artists, marc broussard), but the guy who bought them couldn’t go, so ricky asked me! the night was ours to own. we were just ourselves together. we talked. we got starbucks & new jersey style pizza, we got front row (thanks baby, for being so anal about getting there so dang early!), we got our groove on, we made fools of ourselves, we met cool people, we sang, we shot videos of the concert, we got home late, stayed up even later and slept in til 10.

we got to know each other better that night…and we got some kick-*@%! memories (& a guitar pick) to show for it.

now, c’mon. ain’t that what it’s all about?!


let’s hear some more examples (PG-13) of a romantic night in married life!

7 days without him

braylon woke up @ 8:08 and looked all over the house for him. when i said daddy tried to wake him earlier to say good bye, but is on his plane now, his chin started shaking and his big eyes welled up, “but i didn’t get to say good-bye and he’s going to be gone for… 7 days and will never come back!” he thought he’d missed his last & only chance. i reassured him that daddy really did try to wake him before leaving, but it was sooo early…and we were all so sleepy. he would call as soon as the plane landed, and they’d say good bye then. braylon’s tears never did fall, ‘ok’, he mumbled.

i’m happy for my husband, being able to fly to oregon to be in his brother’s wedding, seeing his family & staying with his best friend. yeah, i wish we could all go, but that’s how the cookie crumbles (as jim carrey would say in ‘bruce almighty‘). 7 days isn’t terrible. i just think of one friend who’s husband travels all the time for work, or another ~ who’s husband is being deployed to iraq this month, and it pulls me right out of my self-pity-pit. i’m so thankful we had a last great night (alone) before his trip. went to the ‘alamo drafthouse‘…ate some grub & downed 2 pitchers of diet coke while we watched batman (great action, but such a man-flick! but do not, i plead, do not let your children watch it). it was cold in there, so he cuddled up close to me as we stared intently, shared inside jokes, laughed & at times, flinched in our seats simultaneously. he’s a good man, that ricky.

7 more days…