I think we were a little bamboozled (how do you like that word?) at the prospect of spending time alone together. Really. Like so much that we didn't know what to say to each other. We kind of stared at one another and then looked away. Smiled. Snuck another peek at each other...grinned, shook our heads and ventured a few, non-child related words.
The words turned into sentences. The sentences turned into jokes and memories. The grins turned to full on laughs and we were us again.
I know, that looks like a lot of wine on the table...it is.
We were wine-tasting at this cute lil place.
Smoked duck appetizer. Delish.
He mustered up the gastric strength to go on with our plans of seeing Beauty and the Beast on stage. My man loves Beauty and the Beast. To the point of quoting each and every word. And that's okay, because I love it to. I actually find it quirkily charming. Mr. B's got quirkily charming down pat.