Sunday, February 13, 2011

Pucker Up

Since Noah joined in on our date to begin Valentine's weekend, we decided to go out as a couple last night.  Mamaw was happy to have Noah for the night to give us some quality time together.  We spent the morning running errands, chauffeuring Noah to practice, and trying to get all those things accomplished that somehow get put off for Saturdays. 

Tim got called in to work around lunchtime but it was a fairly quick job and he knew he'd be back by early afternoon.  I used the time to catch up on the house so that our evening would be free to enjoy.  Knowing it was a holiday weekend, we decided to eat with the senior citizens and try to beat the crowds, so we headed to Owensboro as soon as Tim made it home.

I had plans to leisurely do some window shopping, eat a nice dinner somewhere and maybe take in a movie.  As we pulled into the first store, his phone was work.  Now, Tim's on call every other weekend for his job so it's something we're fairly used to; however, with them being so short-handed these days, this weekend he's on call for three of their stores.  It was heavy wishful thinking for me to hope that we'd escape the weekend without him being called out but a girl can hope. 

Since he'd already been called out that morning, I guess I was hoping Mr. Cupid was blessing our date night and we'd be spared.  We quickly learned though that Cupid must've been busy shooting arrows for other couples because all the plans we'd made that night we're tossed out the window. 

Thankfully, we were able to sneak in dinner while waiting for the patient to be released from the hospital, though not at our first choice of restaurant.  It seemed everyone had the idea of eating out early to beat the crowd but we ended up happy with the change of plans.  Our meal was wonderful and I was grateful for the time together. 

Everything that could go wrong with his call last night did go wrong and we spent most of it driving around, making calls and multiple attempts to accomplish what should have been a pretty routine job.  At one point, as we were in the dark and spooky warehouse, feeling the walls for the light switch, I had to laugh.  It certainly wasn't the date I'd planned but it could've been worse.  At least we got to spend the night together, which in the end was all that really mattered to me anyway.  Life handed us a bucket truck of lemons last night and we chose to just go with it, pucker up and make the most of it.

Valentine's Day is so not about overpriced flowers, chocolates that will go half price by Tuesday, or a $5 greeting card.  We don't need a date on the calendar to show how much we love each other.  After all these years and all we've been through, we find joy in the moments, not the occasion.


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