Yes, we have four kids. Yes, we still are romantic, but at this particular chapter of our personal romance non-novel, (a VERY, very non-fiction book), the hot dates are a bit few and far between.
As in, the last time we were out on a 'date' with no children and actually had someone who was watching our kids...that would be...I know it's happened I just honestly can't remember when...
(Brooke just reminded me, it was in June 2011)
But, the courtship continues.
What turns our thoughts towards love?
Well, we haven't found a restaurant here that will do the trick, so we've got our Foreign Food Stash.
Feast your eyes on that, my friend.
Ok, the coke and crackers are available in our town. (as is the especially romantic paper plate and single glass. Anyone who has been married over a year knows that you can share a cup and a paper plate and there's hardly any dishes to wash at the end.)
But, the sausage, cheese, and feta-stuffed olives are most definitely straight from a package from home or an import shop a long ways from where we live. And that, plus a movie, plus the kids sleeping, is about as good as it gets.
And eating 3 feta-stuffed olives while sitting next to my bride of 9 years, and finishing off with cheese and sausage...well, it was a better than good paragraph in the latest chapter of the non-novel that is our romance.
The saga continues.
Yes, we know our dates are lame.
But we're still madly in love.