I was talking to a good friend in church yesterday when she said, “My husband asked me to take a walk in the moonlight last night…”
“How exciting!” I responded, not noticing the twinkle in her eyes.
“Yes”, she said, “we walked in the moonlight with a million stars over our heads!”
“Ohhh, how romantical!” I gushed. “Did he hold your hand?”
Then she laughed, “No, we were both holding flashlights in one hand and he had a calf puller in the other. My husband needed help finding a cow that had wandered off to have her calf.”
As I heard the story about the lost cow and their adventure in the moonlight I couldn’t help but think that it could be considered a date.
My definition of a date has changed over the years. I used to think that it was an official date only if we went out to eat and did something fun without the children.
As the babies kept coming and the finances got tighter, I soon realized that my idea was no longer practical.
I discovered that often it was those “stolen” moments in the day that became special.
Sipping root beer floats in the porch swing on a hot summer evening after the kids went to bed…
Cuddling on the couch while watching a movie…
Feeding the kids early and lighting candles to eat our supper together alone when he works late…
Waking up early and enjoying a quiet breakfast together before he heads out the door…
Holding hands on a family walk while we watch the children run on the trail ahead of us…
The secret is being together. It’s finding time to enjoy each other within the busyness of our day to day life.
It’s being creative with the time I have alone with my husband.
Even if it’s a walk in the moonlight to look for a lost cow.
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Oh, my goodness. We do the same things at our place (minus the cows.) There is something wonderful about winding down the day together or starting it quietly as the sun comes up. We have three, all under age 8. We’re so blessed to live close to my husband’s parents — the most doting babysitters ever. That means we even get -gasp- a *real* date every now and then, too.
It helps us remember why we fell in love, and that’s a good thing.
– Julia at Midwest Moms
I love this post! I felt the same way about dating when my son was born-like we needed to get away and go somewhere to actually have a date. Like you, I have started to realize that it’s the small things during the day that make a date, well a “date” for us. Great post!
I love this and we do the same things also! There is nothing quite as peaceful as sitting on the porch swing together before the kids wake up (Because goodness knows we can’t stay up past the teenager!)
I get up every morning and have coffee with Mike before he leaves for work. We don’t even talk, just sit there, on the couch with his arm around me and my head on his shoulder.