"If you had two weeks with no kids, what would you do?"
My reply -- which, of course, presupposes that said kids are happily in the care of Aunt M-mv -- follows.
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We were married for four years before we had our first child. We married right out of college. In fact, we both graduated early in order to marry sooner. We had good (as in "satisfying" and "related to our studies," not necessarily "well paid") jobs and dear friends within biking distance.
On our days off, we would sleep late. Oh, so late. We'd... well, you know. We'd take long showers. Tidy up the joint. Walk to the store for all the papers. (Once upon a time ago, we read three or more papers every weekend.) Bring them home. Hop in the car and head to the Bread Factory for carb-rich twists and knots and decadent breads. (Once upon a time ago, we were thin.) We'd eat bread and read newspapers in bed. And nap. And... well, you know.
We'd get dressed up and go to dinner with friends. Play board games and discuss books into the wee morning hours.
Then we'd go home. Sleep late. Oh, so late. We'd... well, you know. We'd take long showers....
Twenty years of marriage and three children later. Our anniversary is only a couple of weeks away, and I don't dream of Paris or a cruise, anniversary rings or fancy cars. No, I want nothing more than the rhythms that define our relationship, then and now.
So... if I had two weeks with my husband, sans children?
We'd sleep late. Oh, so late. We'd... well, you know. We'd take long showers. Tidy up the joint. Walk to the store for all the papers. Bring them home. Hop in the car and head to the Bread Factory for carb-rich twists and knots and decadent breads. We'd eat bread and read newspapers in bed. And nap. And... well, you know.
We'd get dressed up and go to dinner. Play board games and discuss books into the wee morning hours.
Then we'd go to bed. Sleep late. Oh, so late. We'd... well, you know. We'd take long showers....
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
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This entry first ran on 4.26.2006. I reposted it today to commemorate our twenty-third wedding anniversary.
Yeah. That would be twenty-seven years all together for us.
To celebrate, we gave each other diamonds... I mean Diamondbacks. His and hers. We'd like to stay healthy enough to celebrate many more anniversaries together.
As I was putting this entry together, Mr. M-mv finished up the chores.
"Hey!" I called. "How many readers will I lose when I tell them that I mentally sing Queen's 'Bicycle' and 'Fat-Bottomed Girls' every. single. time. we go bike-riding?"
He suggested that I just link the videos.
Heh, heh, heh.
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks get set go
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
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