Nathan and I had one appointment early this morning that I will write about later, but after that we were home free (except I had to finish work).
It was our first time to really just spend the day “hanging out” without having very formal, very anxiety-inducing-but-necessary activities filling our day.
It was, you know, a normal kind of day.
A normal kind of Friday, that includes finishing work, going out to eat, and going to a movie.
You know, normal dating, the kind without all the meeting-the-parents stuff.
It was good.
So far, everyone has been on their best behavior, which is good and lovely, and everyone has been delightful. Truly.
But that’s not the same as “normal”, when Emily is tired from work and hungry from a long day that started early, and Nathan is stuck with her, and all the while there are still dishes that need doing and trash that needs taking out.
(Nathan totally took out the trash without me even asking for help, by the way, I just want to point that out).
Dreamy romantic dates full of sunflowers and waltzes, lakes and rivers, ducks and dragonflies, fireflies and ice cream… well, these are all lovely and good and beyond amazing, but what about real life?
Today was a real life kind of day.
Know what? I loved it just as much.
It was cozy, somehow, good and cozy.
We have long, hard months ahead while we are still apart, and so a day of normal in between festivities, a day of resting in each other, a day of just being… it was good. It was good and comfortable.
And I think I needed that as much as anything.
Besides, it secretly makes a girl smile when her man takes out the trash without being asked.
There are days, of the normal sort, where that is as romantic as the best waltz.