February has been a pretty busy month for us. We’ve left for the weekend three times in a row in addition to all our regularly scheduled activities. My husband and I are pretty diligent about date night because we know our relationship is so much better when we regularly go (and by regular I mean every weekend), but I don’t know if we’ve even gone on one this month since we haven’t been home on the weekends.
Not surprisingly, I realized yesterday that I was missing my husband! Even though we sleep in the same bed, I felt like we hadn’t had much time together. With our six kids, it can be hard to even have a 10 minute conversation with each other if we don’t carve out the time. Normally when I start feeling like we need some time together, I can hold out until the weekend when we go on a date. But I knew that wouldn’t happen this weekend since we are heading out of town again for a family event. That realization made me feel discouraged.
I looked at our calendar hoping we could fit something in. Both nights before we left were booked. Mornings were booked. Afternoons were booked. But I was determined to find time somewhere. I realized that we had a one hour window that night we could take advantage of.
So we did. We stopped at a cheap Mexican place, had about an hour of conversation, that went back to our crazy schedule.
And that was enough. That short hour getting cheap food all by ourselves was enough to get us back in sync with each other. Never underestimate the power of a short, simple date.
Work In Progress 