Don't worry, this isn't a relationship/marriage advice post. I'm fairly certain I'd be terrible at that. Almost as terrible at that as the mini golf I was embarrassed by yesterday, but that's another uninteresting story.
We dropped an enthusiastic Liv off with her equally enthusiastic grandparents yesterday and managed to sneak away for a whole day together. I think it's been a year since we had more than a meal child free and we needed it. Not the break from her, per se, but a chance to have uninterrupted conversation, take a long car ride, and sort things out.
Life's a little crazy these days, a little stressful (because welcome to life), and sometimes we don't always feel like we're playing on the same team. It's hard when we don't really understand what the other person is actually doing all day and we don't always have enough time/patience/silence to catch up the way we need to so we can feel like we get what's going on with each other. Understanding = more empathy, patience, helping. You get the point. What I'm painfully aware of is that we ain't seen nothing yet in terms of tough times, so that's good perspective.
Long story short, we caught up. It felt good. I hope we can do it again soon.
We drove to Bar Harbor, had a long lunch that was only interrupted by about 17 work emails and one 15 minute call (wish I were exaggerating but I'm not), and then some mini golf and ice cream. I felt like we were 18 again, because our dates looked exactly like that when we were first dating, just with fewer stretch marks, no smart phones, and not a clue.
Irish nachos. Yep.
Why is the best ice cream (and probably Listeria) always at little dive shops along the road?
So, we each gained a pound or two and we're both back on Team B with some better understanding and recharged marital batteries.
Totally worth the snug waistband.