Micah and I have a “date” planned for tonight. The kind of date where we sit down at the computer and go through a bunch of documents and talk about things that we need to decide but really have no idea about.
That kind of date.
We’ll be spicing things up with a bowl of ice cream, possibly topped with some homemade fudge sauce and a cherry, to make things slightly more bearable. And then we’ll hope that we don’t have to do this again for a very, very long time — because if all goes well, we’ll be able to hire someone else to do it for us. That’s the goal. Hahaha.
My favorite dates are actually ones where we walk around a lot. And talk about nothing and everything. We used to hike the trails behind our apartment in Hawaii with a foot-long sandwich and a bottle of water or two in our backpack. When we got to the top, we’d sit and watch the ocean, devour our sandwich, and try to make it back down the trail before it got too dark.
Sometimes we’d walk along the beach and try to pretend the wind wasn’t driving us crazy, which worked until it started blowing sand into our sandwich, which isn’t cool at all. So we’d pack up and walk the 100 yards back to our apartment and finish eating in peace.
That was back in the days before children . . . when date nights were so easy . . . .
What’s your favorite date?