Our first date....in forever!!!

We had a date night! My hubbs and I went out on a so-called date...well, I got dressed up in something besides jeans, tennis-shoes and a sweatshirt! His office "holiday soiree" was last week and we got my parents to watch the Bug so that we could get all decked out to venture out to Nashvegas and hit the party life (haha). It was at this club called The Basement and they had a band and food and it was loud and everyone was really friendly. We stayed out until 9 o'clock! Woo-hoo! Wild things we are! We got home by 10 and I was out by 10:15.

I must have a few brief moments to exhale. I was so exhausted before even going out from getting ready...I mean seriously...shaving your legs, putting on lotion (which I never normally do, but it's date night come on), extra make-up because you are meeting his boss for the first time so you MUST make a good impression....not to mention getting ready all the while trying to keep your 18 month old out of your makeup, out of your nightstand, trying to keep her from pulling the straightening iron onto herself in the bathroom, "Oh, NO she grabbed the soap....she's EATING the soap!!!" Then your hubbs walks in...your intention was to be fully dressed when he walked in so he could make a comment on how nice you looked....but instead you are in your underwear with knee highs on and in the middle of putting your bra on feeding your child cheetos, but yet he came in and gave me a kiss as if I wasn't looking all a mess!

He then proceeds to whine because he doesn't want to wear the shirt you ironed, so you tell him to get to ironing the shirt he does want to wear himself because you are going to go feed your child...you offer to switch jobs and he declines. Does this sound at all familiar to anyone?

If not, you are probably fibbing.

We then proceed to take a picture of ourselves all decked out...because he did like the final outfit....once I was dressed and not just wearing the granny rolled knee highs. :) It went fine...just in a hurry to get it done and I hate to be in a hurry and Boy is so not a fast mover.

The evening goes well after we dropped our daughter off at my parents house...we held hands the entire drive and talked and sang along to the radio like we always do...felt like we were dating again...except better. I like us where we are. I like the chaos and the fact that in the noise and the hurry of getting ready to go somewhere he came in and kissed me. I like the forgiveness that is there when we talk to each other hatefully. We both feel so badly when we speak to each other in a hurtful tone.

When we finally got to the party he acted like he was so proud of me, and that in return made me so proud of him. Not all men treat their wives that way. He introduced me to everyone and never left my side. He guided me into every room with his hand on the small of my back...I can remember when we were dating...that was one of the things that used to melt me and it still does. He leaned in several times to whisper into my ear who people were and he'd have his hand on my kneck when he did that and I literally felt like I was 18 again...dating him and wondering if he was going to kiss me at the end of the night. haha

I know this blog is silly and foolish, but I have been working so hard to loose weight and I really believe that alot of the reasons that I felt the way that I did that night and am beginning to again...is because I am finally beginning to feel like the real me again. I had lost a part of who I was for the last 6 years and I believe he sees that in me. I know he would have always loved me, but I didn't love me...and I am starting to love me for me again.

Anyways, I posted a picture of us on our date....his pose is his "strong man" pose...I think he just looks like a goober trying to stand up taller because I have on 3 inch heels.

Thanks for reading my silly blog.

Much love,
~K