Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wish we were there.
On our last evening away this past weekend, Fritz and I were trying to remember how many times since our actual anniversary (six months ago), we'd managed to be away from home alone. Just the two of us - no kids, no friends. Not that kids and friends aren't wonderful. But so is being alone together.
We counted: this weekend and that one overnight . . . (begun as disaster, ending up not quite so bad).
Two movies I dragged him to see . . . after seeing them with friends and/or kids (Julie & Julia/ Avatar).
One morning when my friend couldn't walk so Fritz walked with me instead.
The evening we drove around and found his parents a place to rent.
That's it. Maybe we went shopping for a lamp for his parents just the two of us? No, I think YoungSon was with us then . . .
We decided that from now until the end of August when we'll celebrate twenty years of legally and lawfully, we have to make room for a total of twenty times it's just us together. That means in the next six months, fourteen walks, dinners, picnics, bike rides . . .
. . . why didn't we think of this years ago?