Over the weekend, TheBoy and I snuck out for dinner. We went to the same restaurant we had our first date (well, it was a chain, so a different location- but same restaurant). And for whatever reason, half the songs they were playing were from the late 90s. Practically the soundtrack for when we were first dating.
And as much as we were mocking the waitstaff for their terrible taste in music, it was great. In some way, it made a simple night out feel like one of those early dates.
Of course, it might have been the margarita I had on an empty stomach. Or the super juicy burger that made me so very happy.* Or even the 20+ minutes that we were waiting outside for our table, standing and talking like we had on our early dates.
While I will never try to state that he and I are perfect, or that our marriage is. I can say right there that night out was perfect. (Well, except for the drive home. We got stuck in some horrible traffic- but I’d rather have that problem than anything else)
The next day we renewed our Annual Passes for Disneyland- something we weren’t sure we’d do this year, but we had so much fun last year, it seemed like a no brainer.
And the Oldest Kidlet finally worked up the courage to go on Star Tours. Nevermind that he’d already ridden Big Thunder Mountain and Pirates of the Caribbean. He was just too afraid. But he decided Sunday morning that he was going to give it a try- and he LOVED it. He’s already asking when we can go back.
But my favorite part? Driving through the offroad part of Autopia and remembering the first time I met TheBoy. So much has changed since then, except for the fact that my heart still races when I see him.
*Wow, apparently I’m channeling Cas. Re-reading this post, I realized where I knew that line from… but yes, burgers do make me that happy. Good ones, though.