Old Married Couple

So who feels like an old married couple after being married for only 8 months and 20 days? ;-) Actually, I’m not complaining. I love it! This weekend was one of those déjà vu-ish weekends in the sense that I spent much of the weekend saying things like, “Honey, has it really been a YEAR since we did ____?”

In reality our weekend started with a fabulous first. We hosted J’s spend the night birthday party. Was I a bit leery about having my house taken over by a gang of 10-yr-old boys? Uh…duh! But it was totally worth it. We were thrilled that J wanted that kind of party and we were happy to make it a fun-filled event. Of course being married to Mr. Wonderful helped. He was the “cool” dad who played video games and did canon balls in the pool at dusk even though the water was pretty darn chilly. I did lots of cooking and cleaning and picking up and laughing. At one point I was keeping a mental list of all of the things that you’d never hear at an all-girls party:

“Mrs. O, those meatballs were awesome!”

“See, I told you that you’d love Liz’s meatballs.”

“Yeah, I can still taste them when I burp!”

Wasn’t sure whether I was supposed to feel flattered or grossed out, so I settled on a 50/50 combo.

By noon Saturday it was just E and me and after a lazy afternoon of napping, we headed downtown to wander through the Arts in the Heart festival (the first time I had the “Has it really been a year?!” reaction). Last year we had spent the night before Arts in the Heart in a local bed and breakfast—a romantic surprise by E.

After wandering through the various vendors and entertainers at the festival we decided on a rather eclectic, artsy tapas restaurant, and then headed to the Imperial to see the opera, Sweeney Todd. The production was pretty good and it was fun running into former college professors and current students and colleagues. And like last year when we went to see Camelot we once again enjoyed decent red wine served in plastic cups and had fun people watching. It was a fabulous date night that left me feeling blessed and giddy and very much in love with my husband.

Sunday we went to see Burn After Reading, which we’d been wanting to see. Then we came home and were incredibly lazy for the remainder of our weekend. Heaven! I'm looking forward to many years of nights at the opera and days at arts festivals and date nights where I say things like, "Honey, remember the *first* year we did this...?"