I took my husband on a lunch date. Gosh, we haven’t been on a proper date since before Emmy was born! Heh, maybe that is yet another thing that contributed to our decline. We stopped dating. True, I was pregnant and in crisis, but still. I see now, on the other side of things, how important it is to never stop showing each other how much we love them despite knowing they understand.
One night, as my head hit the pillow, it occurred to me I should spend more quality time with Winston right now. He is kicking retirement in the nads. There is almost nothing he is not doing right now. Our house? Spotless. Our bellies? Full. Our child? Straight-A student. I have nothing to fret over and have totally taken advantage of it by going hard in my career. I do not regret that. I’ve made moves I never would have if I were still trying to juggle work and home. But I had an epiphany. If I continue at this pace, I will regret not spending time with Winston after he’s gone. I don’t think he’s going anywhere yet, but he’s definitely getting older, complaining about his knees and back all the time now. His woohoo skills have remained intact, but they may begin to fail too. Alas…
So, for now, I am pausing on expanding my business further in favor of spending time with my husband in the brief time we have left. I took him to lunch at this swanky restaurant in the city called Holy Smoke. Winston is so quiet and serious, I often forget how silly he is sometimes. I mean, Emmy had to get it from somewhere, right? Being on a date with him was so nostalgic as we flirted and debated all afternoon.
It was nearing 3:00, and of course he wanted to be there when KiKi got home, so we paid the bill and prepared to leave. As we got up, he said he had something to say. It really meant a lot that I make time for him. Gosh. It’s so refreshing to know, even after all the time, we’re still on the same page. But even more, I felt so warm and gushy inside knowing he still enjoys spending time with me, not that I ever doubted. It’s just good to know.
