The other night, Mike and I sent Dean to Gigi's because I had to go into the office and Mike had a flight to Tampa for work early the next morning. This was before Dean started daycare so we figured it'd be easy to send him to Gigi's the night before than to get up at an excruciating hour to get him to her. With the house to ourselves we debated for a while on whether we should go out or stay in. Finally we settled on making Trader Joe's Chinese food (seriously, so good). We turned on Netflix and worked together on our meal while we sipped wine, laughed, and caught up on each others week.
Mike has had to travel more for work recently and while I am so proud of his hustle, I don't always realize (or have the time to stop and think about) how deeply I miss him when he's gone. I would get caught up in being a full time mama with a full time job that still had errands to run and meals to eat (please tell me I'm not the only mama that forgets to eat!). That night, cooking with my hubs, I knew how much I enjoyed him, but as I sat at work the next day it started to sink in how much I enjoyed our alone time together. While Dean goes with Gigi often (once every weekend or so), we usually eat out and spend our meal time people watching or planning what movie we're going to see.
Something about being alone with my husband, truly alone, refilled my love tank so completely. I think we talked about that night for the following few days. So I've decided to try and use our alone time more intentionally. While we love a good night out or a day date I also now see the value in keeping it low-key and intimate. Here's to making more of those nights happen, soon!