A serious relationship

So the Mr. and I finally managed to get some time out for a date last Friday night. We went to Gallo Blanco at the Clarendon Hotel for yummy tacos and guac, slipped up to the rooftop for a drink, and ended the night at Mary Coyles splitting a giant tower of ice cream. All in all, a near perfect night out.

Nineteen years ago this month, just after high school graduation, Hubs and I had our first of many dates. We had been hanging out in a group for a while and he asked me out and I was all yeah I guess we can go out, but I don't want anything serious because we are both leaving for college, and I don't want to be tied down.

Ha.

That fall we continued to see each other, despite the seventy-five mile distance between our two schools, and have been together ever since. We were married five years before having Girlie, together for almost twelve by that point. When Little Guy was born, we had been together a whopping seventeen years. Though I can't imagine life without either of our children, we both sometimes look around like, who are these little people constantly interrupting our conversations and whoa, how did this happen? When I get some time alone with him, it all comes back to me. Like Friday night, when he said something really funny and it was just the two of us and I was laughing that out loud who cares how you sound kind of laugh and he was just smiling back at me and I totally remembered.

Oh yeah, you're the guy I wasn't going to get serious about. And I am still really into you. Seriously.