The magic took place at a quaint little restaurant downtown called Russets. We were the only ones dressed up, but I didn't care. Any excuse to throw on those heels, and hike up the hemline, I am in. The food was fantastic, and we basically had the outdoor dining area to ourselves, complete with this adorable little fountain next to our table.
I felt like a couple again. I love my little family, and we are that, too. But, it is so important to remember the couple aspect of it. Things were getting a little rocky, and action needed to be taken.
I remembered what attracted me to him in the first place, and why I fell so madly in love with him. Then coming home to our little baby girl, I was overwhelmed with gratitude, and hope. Hope for so much happiness.
The obstacles are all so worth it.
This was beautiful, I'm so proud of you! I don't even know you and I'm so glad you had an excuse to put those heels on!! Getting my man to dress up is like pulling teeth, I've seen him in "nice clothes" twice in my life, once was at our wedding (where he still wore Vans) and once at a comedy show we went to, but that didnt really count, it was just a button up shirt instead of a T-shirt for once in his life. UGH. Sounds fun though!
ReplyDeleteWow! My husband also will not dress up often. Our only date this year (?!?) was when we both skipped work and saw Harry Potter. You, my dear, rock.
ReplyDeleteWhere are you, girl?? Where have you been?
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