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Posted By on June 21, 2015 in Uncategorized | 1 comment

Today, TJ and I got to go out just the two of us for a few hours. 

We tried to see a movie, it was sold out. We tried to go to a coffee shop for hot chocolate (I don’t drink coffee), they had none. We wanted to check out a new farmer’s market, it was pouring down the kind of rain my mom calls “cats and dogs,” and we forgot our umbrella. 

We looked at each after each set back and smiled. It was so nice to just be alone together, that it didn’t really matter what we were doing. I was actually relieved to not see a movie; I’d rather spend the time talking, anyway. 

These days, we crave time together. Life is a beautiful thing and I wouldn’t change it, but the time TJ and I get to spend alone is sacred and so valuable. 

I’m trying my best to simply dig deep and find the beauty of now. It’s easy to find that when we’re on a date and life feels pretty footloose and fancy free. It’s not as easy to do that when there are a thousand things that need doing and my sweet Charlee decides to stay wide awake and angry bout it until 10:30 pm. But still, babies have this habit of growing up and I’m trying to cherish any time I get to hold her. A lot of life will have her too big to hold, is the thing.  So I’m trying to cherish NOW–no matter what it looks like and no matter what I feel like. 

Anyway, TJ and I ended up at this beautiful coffee shop that, back in the early twentieth century, was a bank. We even sat in the vault and sipped our beverages on top of the old security boxes they keep there as a part of history. 

It was lovely. 

These dates of ours are proving to be lifelines. 

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  1. Sare June 22, 2015


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