Making Time

I went on a date with my husband last night. I'm writing last night since it's almost 1:30 am and I'm still awake. We just had a quiet dinner where we talked and talked – and talked some more. I love that guy.

The more time marches on, the more I see the need to create some space that is simply ours. Time that belongs to no one else. It's like getting to fall in love all over again in the middle of the week. I mean, who gets to fall in love late, on a Tuesday night over lettuce wraps at PF Changs? Well, I guess I did.