Steven was waiting for me when I pulled into the driveway last night. “I want Dairy Queen”, he said. We hadn’t even eaten dinner yet – but I’ve never been one to turn down ice cream, so we hopped in my car and off we went.
The closest Dairy Queen is actually at our local mall. We wound up grabbing a quick bite a McAlisters and decided to walk around the mall before indulging in an ice cream treat. We found ourselves at a sports apparel shop that surprisingly had a decent selection of Alabama apparel (maybe it’s because they are the National Champions!?!?) While browsing I stumbled upon the cutest Crimson Tide onesy with matching booties and toboggan. I shot Steven and smile and he said, “Oh yeah – my kid’s coming home from the hospital in that!”
We finally made our way down to Dairy Queen and ordered Snickers blizzards then headed to Barnes and Nobles for a little browsing. I found this book “Awkward Family Photos” and we stood in the middle of the aisle laughing for what seemed like forever at these incredibly embarrassing family photos from the 80’s and early 90’s. (I’m pretty sure that the picture of my crimped mullet could have easily made the cut!) We just stood there – laughing. Laughing like we did when we were 18 on a summer night with no school or work the next day – like we did before life got complicated.
At one point I looked up at him and thought, “So this is what it feels like to be in love?” Don’t get me wrong, I love Steven. Undoubtedly love Steven. But we have been going through a lot these past months and life has a cruel way of causing love to feel more life survival than passion most days.
I stood there soaking him in – my twenty something husband with daring blue eyes and a smile that makes me weak in the knees. I said a silent prayer of thanks to God for giving me that moment. That moment of pure happiness with the man that I love. No fear of bills or plans for the future. No worry about what decision is *the right* decision. Just complete, heart-and-soul bliss in the simplest moment. It was as if I could feel my heart smiling.
I think we all need more moments like that. Sometimes we focus so much on the big moments – like trips out of the country, graduations, anniversaries, birthdays and holidays. We hope that in those moments we will rekindle the flames of our romance and believe that those moments will carry us through our periods of “survival”.
But I realized last night that my marriage is comprised of the little moments. The times when Steven looks at me and says, “I want Dairy Queen” and I just go without asking about dinner or what’s on TV that night - I just get in the car and go somewhere with the man that I love. And as a result, I feel whole again. I feel years younger and happier than I have in months – all because my hubby wanted Dairy Queen and for once, I just said yes.