We got a whole conversation that wasn’t about poop, who stole someone else’s hot wheel, which braid we want to wear tomorrow, or if we can have one more drink of water.
We were just grownups.
Boring, married grownups.
Except not really so boring.
It was a tray of healthy(ish) snacks like we had on our honeymoon, and it is one of our favorite date nights. Brie, Camembert, And Swiss cheeses with apples and snap peas and hummus and gluten free crackers and pretzels.
And hours of talking to each other in complete sentences, and quiet around us, and peaceful sleeping children.