Saturday started off normal enough, with the kids tugging at the sheets, asking for breakfast.
So much for a change of pace on my anniversary. Or so I thought.
As I stumbled around the kitchen in search of a cup for my coffee, I found myself thinking about what I had been doing that same morning 11 years before. How perky I had been – able to get up early and bound off cheerily to the gym. I could get my workout in and be showered and dressed before others hit the snooze button for the first time.
Times, they have changed.
Because my in-laws are in town, I knew that we would actually be able to go out on a date. I couldn’t tell you the last time we went on a date. Probably the last time they were down here. (They are good at shoving us out the door so that
they can have the grandkids to themselves we can be alone.) I thought of some things to do, but frankly, anything was going to be a nice opportunity for some reconnecting as grownups.
As the time approached, Sean asked if I was okay with riding on the motorcycle.
He’s had one for several years. However, it’s been years since I’ve ridden on one, and although I loved it, I was a bit apprehensive, considering the fact that the last time I rode one I was a carefree single girl and I am now a mom with responsibilities.
But I gathered my courage (some of you may call it stupidity), and donned my helmet. Sassy wedge shoes, trousers jeans and all.
And we took off.
And have mercy – It was fun! Had it not been for the face shield, I would have had bugs in my teeth because of the smile that was plastered on my face!
Because, seriously? WHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
We were like Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis in Top Gun. Only older. And slower.
We had a wonderful dinner. It’s amazing how much talking can be done when you aren’t heading off spilled sippy cups and tossed food. Who knew!?
We lingered over dinner, relishing our time alone and finally decided on a ride to the new outdoor mall. But when we walked outside, it was pouring rain.
And didn’t show signs of stopping.
We could have cowered under the awning, but we took the plunge and hopped on the bike and rode home to get the car.
I could not have felt more alive at that moment. Me holding onto my guy, driving through the rain, getting soaked.
I didn’t want it to end.