It’s supposed to be hard. If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great.

My husband and I went out to dinner with a bunch of his “worker friends” (that’s what our Little Man calls his co-workers) and — though the weather was very stormy — we had one of the most enjoyable evenings since, well, can I just say that…it’s been a very long time.

Honestly, I can’t remember the last time we smiled, laughed and felt as relaxed or even touched each other as much as we did this passed cold, rainy Saturday night.

It’s not easy for us to find the time to spend together — let alone having to share him with about a dozen other people who probably see and talk to him…more than I do, some times — but, I can’t think of a time when we’ve needed each other…more.

We sat on the “couples” side of the table with others who — over the years – we’ve come to call, friends.

It’s not easy for us — when it comes down to really letting ourselves be…you know…just be — to find people we can comfortably spend time with.

Not that my husband and I aren’t friendly or are unsocial.

We’re both in a position where we are required to inter-relate with others — though, most of his clients are older and most of my time is spent either in front of a computer, in the minivan or on a playing field of some sort — we don’t often have an opportunity…or be allowed to for that matter…to make a “real connection.”

The moon must have hit a new phase Saturday night — or, perhaps it was kizmet — because there was nothing that we could have said or done that could have made the evening better.

And we certainly didn’t want it to end.

“Care to join us at the bar?”

[yawning and trying to casually glance at their watches]

“C’mon…just one more glass of wine!”

[politely smiling as they remain “standing” at bar]

“Here’s to friends and enjoying the good times, ahead!”

[clink-clink]

“Where to next?”

[eyes go wide]

“Whoa…look at the time…is it nearly midnight, already!?!”

[in chorus]

“C’mon…the night’s young…and tonight, so are we…besides…we have a babysitter!”

[clinl-clink]

And as my husband and I inter-locked arms, and drank to our boastful toast, our friends promised to get-together again, soon, as they bid their, “If we have any more wine, we’re gonna puke,” and “Have fun you two!”

Ah, well, perhaps we were just a tad bit over exasperating and even a little…oh, I don’t know…chatty, but dayum if we didn’t feel as if the night should never end! 

For us at least, it didn’t.

And perhaps now I finally understand what my Grandmother used to say.

“Minden csoda harom napig tart!”

Loosely translated, it means “every wonder lasts three days” and I believe we’re still flying high from our little escape from the other night.

Happy Birthday, Sweetie!

I know how hard it’s been these last few years — but, I truly can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend it with or anywhere else I’d rather be, than with you, right now!

Although, maybe a few hours in another hotel room…again…would be nice…sometime soon, perhaps!?!

[blushing]

Who knew he could be so spontaneous?!?

[eyes go wide]

Well — since my MIL reads my blog — his mom does, now!

[clears throat]

And he makes such lovely grandchildren, doesn’t he!?!