On Winter Solstice I gave Pete a dozen coupons. For a dozen dates. One per month for the whole year. That's about eleven more dates than we normally take, so we were both pretty jazzed.
It's April and to be honest, we've been a little slow to start, but I think that's because we've never made a habit of hiring a babysitter and just can't seem to get the hang of both leaving the house at the same time. We'll get it eventually. The kids might be moved out by then, but whatever. We're happy regardless. A date simply gives us time to swear, use inappropriate humor, and hike really fast. Without bringing snacks even.
Oh, and also talk without interruption and remember what this family is built on to begin with.
This weekend my mom came to visit, and Pete and I dashed off on our belated February (skiing) date for a March wander in the woods. It was glorious. This time of year is nothing short of magical to me. Captivated by the minutia of it all, I find that my left eye always loses it's ability to focus a couple of hours into any outdoor time in spring from being squeezed shut most of the time as I take photo after photo.
So here you go. A window into our date. In the most magical forest ever.