Date Night

Tonight was suppose to be date night with bf. We have standing date nights which have always been incredible.

Today was different. We are both sick. So we decided that meeting during the day would be a better option for both of us. We wanted to reconnect after the long weekend. And still manage to get some much needed rest this evening.

I met him at 'our spot'. Soft smiles. I laugh at myself remembering that my heart would skip a beat every time I thought I spotted his truck. I would never admit that seeing a Ford would give me thrills. (I'm a die hard Chevy girl.) But I make exceptions for his.

He finally arrives, and I feel myself start to blush. He has the amazing ability to make me feel small, with out degrading me. That is one of his greatest gifts he gives me. A smile takes over my face as I climb into his truck. We have a special adventure in mind. Mouse.

Mouse was his horse. She is a clydesdale. He had to sell her when he moved and I know he misses her dearly. She was something very special in his life, that he had to let go of. So when we can, we go visit.

I'm sure it doesn't sound like the most romantic time. (She gets quite vulgar eating apples). But all the same, I cherish the time. He is sharing a passion of his, even though she does not belong to him any longer. I see the love, the connection. I am honored that he would have me there with him, standing witness and possibly comforting him after the goodbyes.

After our visit with Mouse, we went to a small place we found. It's a fruit stand/cafe/grocery store. They have an over stuffed couch in red and a gas fireplace in the middle of the room. Big smiles. It's a great place. He ordered "Death by Chocolate Cheesecake" for me. And thankfully, a glass of milk. So he fed me by the fire, sitting on the red couch. We talked and flirted. He teased and I blushed.

It was really a simple date. But I find those can be the best kind. The smile never left my face. And I feel the glow still, hours after we've parted.