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I’ve finally found someone who makes me feel like my life has just begun
That’s a line from a Toby Keith song that I listened to on repeat for hours in the months after I met my husband. I was a crazy person, smitten with Joe Ziegmont.
Look at him. How could I not be smitten?
Joe could do no wrong. He was smart and sexy and strong and the mere thought of him made my heart flutter.
Then we got married and had some kids and I could hardly think of anything nice to say about the poor fella at all.
(Until I saw this picture, but that’s another story.)
Our five year anniversary is coming up this summer.
We are married; we live together. We are moving in the same direction with the same goals. We care for the same people in the same space. We eat and sleep together and use the same bathroom.
We do almost everything side by side, but we need to spend some time gazing into each other’s eyes.
We’ve lost our schmoopy stars-in-our-eyes-just-for-each-other feelings. We argue a lot, no doubt the result of stress related to our life changes. We assume the worst of each other.
We have failed to work on our marriage.
We don’t need to read books or see a counselor or take an inventory of our relationship.
We need to go on dates.
As you know (if you have small children), it is inconvenient to go out on dates. There are sitters and jobs and housework to coordinate. It feels like more trouble than it’s worth.
But it’s so important.
So we are going to schedule weekly at-home dates, my handsome husband and I.
It won’t matter whether we’re reading a book together or I’m beating him at Scrabble, as long as we’re gazing at each other.
I had intended to list some suggestions for at-home dates with your own handsome husband, but the why got away from me. Go get some suggestions from the other brilliant bloggers who are Honoring the Man They Call Daddy -
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