On November 1, the husband and I celebrated 9 years of marriage. My parents took the kids for a couple of hours so we could go out to a quiet dinner (sushi). Epic romantics that we are, we then picked the kids up, put them to bed, and basically passed out. Really, it's nice to get a couple of hours to ourselves, since it doesn't happen often. And, y'know, after spending so long together, it's always nice to realize that hey, we actually still enjoy things like talking to each other and spending time together.
Next year is year 10, which I suppose means we should do something particularly special. I have no ideas yet, but then we do have a full year to decide and plan.
The husband took me to see Scott Pilgrim Against the World today. Going out after you've been married for several years is a very different experience than going out in the earlier stages of a relationship.
The husband: Oh hey, you're all dressed up.
Me: Yeah, well, I have a date.
The husband: Hmm. Think you have time to see a movie first?
Needless to say, I swatted him.
The movie was cute, funny, and decidedly geeky. A great date movie for geeks (which we are), although we didn't get a whole lot of proper date cuddling in because new baby means she gets all the priority cuddling. Also, I remember when my shirt stayed on until after the date, but dark movie theatres are actually great places to breastfeed, especially since it helps to keep baby busy and quiet. As a result, I got to see the entire movie instead of having to take her out. And then the movie ended, we put the baby back in her stroller, and went to go pick up the other kids to take them home and get them in bed.
So, uh, yes. Very different experience from a typical date pre-marriage and pre-babies, but still good. Just a different kind of good. It's interesting, really, how your perception of romance changes over the years. Practical gestures become romantic after awhile, especially the little things that show he's paying attention. Flowers? Feh. But when he comes over to take the baby and tells me to go take a bath because I've had a hard day, or when he comes home with that book I've been looking forward to but haven't had a chance to go out and get it because I've been swamped with small children, well, those moments are priceless.
The husband and I were flipping channels and came across an old Lindsay Lohan movie --you know, from the time before she looked like a waifish coke addict. (Hey, I don't judge lifestyles, but you have to admit, she's not the most healthy looking person anymore.) At any rate, after a few minutes of this movie, we had the following conversation:
The husband: That's a whole lotta eyeliner. I feel like I can't even see the rest of her face, all I can see is eyes.
Me: That's the smoky eye look. Which, uh, I wear all the time.
The husband: ...well, it's probably the effect of the black on her pale skin.
I stared at him.
The husband: Uh, right. Well, y'know, the bright red hair makes it even more drastic.
I stared at him.
The husband: ...I love you?