One doesn’t fall in love one grows into love,
and love grows in him
This past weekend Hubby and I had the chance to go on a couple dates. The girls had a sleep over with a friend one night and then had a pizza party at my oldest’s Tae Kwon Do school the next.
Hubby and I did nothing terribly exciting.
We went to dinner where we imbibed in an adult beverage.
We got to eat while our food was still warm.
We rented a movie that was not rated G.
We slept in the next day.
We went to a restaurant and drank endless cups of coffee and compared our date-books and dreamed and schemed about paint colors and decorating ideas for the house.
If you had asked me 21 years ago what a perfect date was, I would have rattled off some grandiose evening with flowers and a fancy dinner and dancing and………
Now I have learned that my perfect date is about time and undivided attention. It is about holding hands while saying grace over the meal. It is about sharing jokes only he understands. While falling in love with him was wonderful, growing in love with him is amazing.