It’s a Thursday, with the energy of a Friday.
Mark’s been worn out the last couple of nights. The guy doesn’t usually wear out.
It’s a Thursday, but it feels like Friday.
Way before we were parents, one Friday afternoon, I remember thinking, I wish Mark would make dinner reservations somewhere and surprise me with a date night.
Then I thought, Well duh, if that’s what you want to happen, make it happen. Give Mark the surprise date night that you’d like.
So I did.
I booked a reservation out of town, called Mark telling him I’d be taking him to dinner and what time I’d pick him up from work/working out.
It became somewhat of a tradition. When a Friday felt particularly Friday-esque, I’d make a surprise dinner reservation.
Today’s a Thursday, with the energy of a Friday.
Mark’s been worn out the last couple of nights. The guy doesn’t usually wear out. He could use a break.
It’s a Thursday, but it feels like Friday. I could go for some fun.
There’s only one extra step these days to make my impromptu date nights happen: Find a babysitter.
Thank God for Grandma.
Don’t wait for your partner to initiate the date night you’re secretly hoping for. Love on them the way you’d like to be loved once in a while.
As for me? I like to dote on Mark with words and gestures.
As for Mark? He does things for me – acts of service – a lot.
Like when we approached the restaurant and I remembered they don’t have Splenda and I didn’t have any in my clutch. He walked over to the neighboring restaurant and took a few packets off of their outdoor condiment cart for me.
Yeah, we have each other’s backs. It’s love. Expressed differently. Received the same.
It’s Thursday, but it feels like a Friday.
It’s a Thursday, and it feels like love.