Good and Bad weekend
Monday, February 18, 2013
So this weekend was just what I needed. I don't know how to explain it since I see hubby everyday but I've been missing him the last couple weeks. I think it's because I work days and he works nights and we barely see each other during the weekend. We sometimes share a meal together but even that's rare.
So this weekend it was just me and him, we didn't plan it that way but it worked out. It was great. We went and saw a movie, went out to eat a few times. After eating lunch on saturday I told him I would love to go for a walk. I figured I would take him home and go for a walk in our neighborhood. No he said lets go to the mall and just walk around window shopping. Long walks are hard on his feet, I didn't even think about it when he suggested it. I just went with it, by the time we finished at the mall I noticed him limping, I felt bad. He told me not to worry about it that he loved it because I had a good time. Which I did, but I still felt bad.
While we were at the mall our song came on over the sound system, he took my hand and we just started slow dancing, right there in the middle of the mall. He kissed me and we sort of got told off by a couple. They told us to grow up and get a room.
Then to our surprise this little elderly couple, I mean they had to be in their 80's came up and told the couple you are just jealous because you can't remember what's it like to kiss someone like that, that everything around you just fades away. The one couple huffed off and the elderly man told my husband he still kisses his wife everyday like that. For two reasons, because as far as he is concerned after all their years married he still sees her as his new bride. And the second reason was, and this one made me laugh, because if he is kissing her like that, then no one else can still her away. So that was my great story from the weekend, all this stuff was great not even good but great.
The bad, we ate to much popcorn at the movies, splurged and got candy. Went out to eat and picked off his plate a little, ate when I knew I wasn't hungry. Do I regret it, heck no, it was fun and great treat. Also ended up with a hickey on my neck, makes me feel like I'm in highschool again. It's good and bad, bad cause I have to cover it, but good cause I don't regret getting it at all, although hubby felt a little bad. Maybe that makes us even on the feeling bad. hmmm.