Last weekend my husband and I got to get away for the night at a local hotel to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary (which is actually today, so…Happy Anniversary, babe!)
We dropped the kids off at our amazing friends’ home, and checked in early at the resort. It’s so fun to wander aimlessly around when you’re not with kids! It almost takes a little time to readjust to being just US, not mom and dad running herd on two wild little people. It’s an adjustment, you know? There’s sort of an awkward silence at first, where you have to figure out how to be a couple again, and not parents. We found a comfortable spot at the downstairs lobby bar, where the Notre Dame game could be watched, a couple of beverages could be enjoyed, and people watching abounded. People watching in a hotel is nothing sort of the best, especially when there is a wedding happening and all these beautifully dressed people keep walking by.
We sat, and sipped, watched, and talked. About nothing in particular, just the sort of banter that two people who have been together for awhile tend to have. We can look at each other and sort of understand immediately what the other is thinking, or joke around with the bartender and other folks that tend to congregate around a bar, and so on. It’s a gift to have these moments, to be comfortable being in one spot, with the one you love, completely content and relaxed.
Later on we had a dinner reservation at 7pm in the restaurant at the top of the hotel, and at about 6:50 I was all dressed, bejeweled, lipsticked and perfumed. I went very classic and simple for this night, partly because I know HE loves when I do this, and partly because some occasions just call for an elegant look, you know? It turns out, Notre Dame was STILL trying for a last minute win, and I started getting antsy that we would be late for our dinner reservation.
One thing you have to know about my husband is that he LOVES his football, especially college football. He loves football as much as I love books and fashion and celebrity baby names;) This last second drive to win was his moment, and I knew that. But, DINNER! And then he turned to me and said,
“This is so US.”
And he was right. We aren’t die hard romantics who have to have the perfect anniversary night, or overly demonstrative in public. We love watching TV at home on a Saturday night, where he watches sports and I read for hours. We may not, from the outside, look like anything special. But we are exactly who we want to be. He makes me laugh, every single day, and he knows me almost more than I know myself.
When he said, “this is so us” I instantly relaxed, because it was true.
He called the restaurant and said we would be ten minutes late, and we watched the last (game winning!) touchdown, then walked hand in hand upstairs to our date.
I wouldn’t change this life, with this man and the babies he gave me, for anything in the world.
This is US, and I like it.