14 years if you count the time we dated. Yep, 14 years. Almost half of my life. In fact, in 2008 I will be 32 and Steven and I will have been together 16 years...exactly half my life. WOW! Who would have thought that I would be married to the first guy I ever dated? This isn't something I would push for my son or daughter to do. But for us, at least, it worked. I guess I got lucky.
However, my suspicions about us being two boring individuals who rely on their children for entertainment were confirmed this past weekend. Saturday was our anniversary. Now first off let me tell you that the early part of the day was spent in a VERY romantic way.......yep, you guessed it.....loading up wood. (Isn't that your idea of foreplay?) We loaded wood for us and then we went and got a second load for my uncle (our neighbor) since he had recently had surgery and was unable to cut wood for his outdoor wood stove. Then my hubby used his leaf blower to strategically align the leaves in a wind row. After the kids enjoyed their romp in the leaves, we lit them and let them burn.
After completing the rest of our "chores" we made our way in the house to get gussied up for our big night out on the town. My mom had agreed to watch the kids so we could have a romantic evening alone. (I can count the times we have had a night alone this past year on one...yes one..hand. I would probably even have fingers left over....) We dropped off the kids and headed to town for a nice dinner.
The first two places we stopped had an hour wait. We were not up for this. The third place was new....but we had heard good things about it. Rodizio...here we come. This was not our typical restaurant stop....but it was a good experience and we had a lot of good laughs. We try to have adult conversation but it always came back to "Miss L did this" and "Mr. B did this"...... What can I say, we are lost without our kids.
We ate tooooooooooo much and didn't even have room for dessert. We were going to go see a movie but nothing sounded good to me. We headed home. Yep, a night alone and we were back home at 8:30. EIGHT THIRTY!!!!! We even debated going to get the kids. But nope. This is our alone time.... This is important for couples to remain strong.
So, I thought "It's our anniversary....we are alone.....you can oversleep in the morning..... Get in there and be a good, make that bad....very bad wife." So I lock myself in the bathroom and dust off one of my little nighties....get all prepped up, cover up with a robe to add to the element of surprise and head back into the living room. I start cozy-ing up to him....making all the right moves. He leans over and whispers in my ear........with a groan.......
"I am so full."
WHAT?!? Did I hear you right? You are FULL? TOO full to make whoopie? You have got to be kidding. Here I am ready and willing.....and you are too full?
"In the morning he promised.."
FINE, I said....in the morning, all the while thinking..."but in the morning my hair will be messed up, I won't have make-up on......AND I am definitely NOT sleeping in THIS sexy little-translate, very uncomfortable-number."
Morning rolls around and we are awakened by a call, a very early call, from my sister. "Mom has the flu, I am bringing the kids home right now."
The moral of the story is: When opportunity (or your wife) comes knocking............ well, you know the rest.
So as to commemorate our anniversary, here is our engagement picture....... "We've come a long way baby."