Adult conversation. It’s kinda been a thing of the past since baby Bea’s arrival.
So with Mike’s Christmas vacation coming to a close, we decided to find ourselves a sitter (oh, the elusive baby sitter!), and get out of the house for a few hours of kid-free conversation and cappuccino . Since having kids, Mike and I have become experts in the mid-day date. As much as we would love to have a monthly, get-all-gussied-up-for-a-fancy-dinner-in-the-big-city kinda date, there isn’t always time, money, or energy for that. I’d say we do formal nights out on the town a few times a year, but mostly, we simply carve out time to spend some meaningful time together.
I’d been wanting Mike to try the delicious cappuccinos at my favorite restaurant for awhile now, so we left the boys in the reliable hands of our favorite sitter and headed into town with Bea in tow.
Bea was fussy and the restaurant was busy and crowded, but I learned a long time ago that the key to enjoying time with my husband is to do just that – enjoy it. If you have to rely on all the details being perfect in order to have fun, then odds are, you aren’t ever going to have any fun. And that can really be a drag. My motto has become, “In order to have fun, be fun.”
We talked about a lot of things, but one thing that kept coming up was where all this year is going to take us. We both have frustrations about our current situation. He has a Master’s degree that he is hoping to use. I have a post partum body that I’m trying to accept. He is wondering about career stuff. I’m wondering about…everything.
None of this big picture stuff gets me down, though. Even though we are each kind of working through the who/what/when/where/how kind of questions, it all feels like one big adventure right now. Maybe it’s because life is kind of crazy with the kids, or maybe it’s the excitement of a new year, or maybe, just maybe, it’s the doing life stuff with the right person that makes me feel a little giddy inside. Truly, I have no idea what I even mean by that statement. Other than, I just really like doing life with my man.
Peter Pan said that “to live would be an awfully big adventure.” And even though right now, as I type this, I’m listening to the ice melt from my basement freezer (time to defrost that bad boy after a few years of neglect), and even though my plans for the week mostly include babies and preschool and cooking dinner (not exactly James Bond, here), life still feels like an adventure.
The details of my day might be pretty mundane by and large, but they all add up to a life. A life well lived with people I love. I don’t think adventure is a thing, I think maybe it’s an attitude. An attitude of excitement. Of being ready for what’s next.
An attitude of simply enjoying the moment for what it is.
“It is not in doing what you like, but in liking what you do that is the secret of happiness.”