One thing about Drew and I, we do not get out too often. Let me break that down further for you... we get out, by ourselves for a date, two times a year. Those two momentous occasions are, 1) New Year's Eve, and 2) Our Anniversary (hence the picture of my rings above).
I have lots of Mama friends that stress to me the importance of Drew and I having our "couple time" and establishing a "date night". I do remember being a kid, and watching my Mother getting dressed to go out with my Dad, to a party or some kind of event, on a Saturday night. I can still recall it so vividly. She would put on her dress, lipstick and then the last touch, the spritz of perfume, which I can practically still smell. Then a few pouty looks in the mirror, a head shake from side to side and voila, she was in business. I thought my Mother was so, so beautiful. Another memory that floods my mind, was running my finger across the blade of my father's razor that was in my mother's makeup bag. They were a teensy bit late that night.
I don't know what is is, maybe it is the 50 plus hour work weeks Drew and I work, the constant running around on the weekend to catch up on household chores that have fallen through the cracks since the last weekend, the tutoring, the book reports, the sports, the visits to the park, the laundry and the grocery shopping. It could just be me losing my edge or possibly growing older, but I seem to be a bit pooped by the time Saturday night rolls around.
Drew and I also just prefer to be home with our girls. To eat dinner with them, to read to them, and to tuck them into bed. I think because we are out of the house for so many hours all day long, all week long, that a great date night is to be snuggled together under the covers, watching a good movie with a ginormous glass of vino.
So this past weekend we celebrated our 9 Year Wedding Anniversary. We went out to a beautiful restaurant on the water in Port Washington. Port Washington is a quaint town on the water in Long Island. It was the picture perfect spot for a dinner on a lovely June evening. We had a table in the back, in a very romantic spot right next to the outside terrace. Shortly after we sat down, the Mother of all thunderstorms began. Drew was taking a mini shower over in the corner and soon enough the rest of us were joining in, having that lovely rain water spitting all over our faces.
In diving, there is something known as the degree of difficulty. This means, the more intense the dive is, the higher the degree of difficulty will be. Drew seems to have his own system like this, sorted in his head. Anyone that Drew loves or cares about factors into this system, especially his children. So before any move or plan is executed no matter big or small, we usually have an idea of the degree of difficulty that move carries along with it. And whether this particular move should indeed be carried out. So Drew did a slight calculation, and we knew it was high time to put the windows back into their proper place to block the wind and rain and carry on with our anniversary dinner.
When you have your first, second maybe even (kind of a stretch here) third wedding anniversary, you are still in the romantic mode and want to be alone with your spouse, just the two of you. You want a romantic and memorable occasion. After 9 years of lovey dovey stuff, I am thinking the more the merrier, which leads me to why I am so lucky when it comes to celebrating my Anniversary, the more the merrier style. I get to share the day with my best friend, who also shares the same anniversary as Drew and I.
When people hear that my best friend got married on the very same day as me, their first reaction is always, best friend? Best friend, what kind of bullshit is that? Why would your alleged best friend or 'bff' if you will, have her wedding on the very same day that you had yours? And my answer is simple, we were not bff's at the time. We have only just met a few years after our wedding day. I could not ask for a more perfect friend and how very fortunate are we, that we get to grow old together partying it up on one of my two nights out.
And to Drew, my bff of all, I love you. Happy Anniversary. I hope we have many, many more (which we will if you continue to listen to me and follow my rules).
