Dates with Him

This weekend Greg is at a Men’s retreat with our church. It’s the first time that we’ve been apart since we got married and I miss my husband terribly. The house feels different and the boys are different too. I guess what I miss most is not being able to have date night or what we like to call, Fri-yay.

There are so many things in life that can steal your attention, time, brain space, energy. People,annoying people, family, work, situations- life is a constant barrage of information to process, decisions to make, errands to run. We can’t escape what life brings to the table, but we can choose what we eat. In other words- we get to decide who or what gets the best of us. Our kids get the best of us. And for us to be the best parents, it helps when we fill our relationship with fun, exciting, exclusive, adult time.

We know that Fridays are an investment financially but we also know that this is what we want to spend money on..It’s a rewarding investment. Also, Fridays may not always be dinner and a show. It might be a stroll in a park or a trip to the bookstore.

Fridays have become our unofficial, official date night. It’s been really nice. We found an awesome babysitter who we trust and who the boys love. As long as she shows up, we will go out 🙂 Friday nights have been an adventure- we’ve discovered that Lancaster city has much to offer. From 80’s cover bands to first rate symphony’s. We really enjoy being with each other in this way, it makes us feel like we’re still doing the dating dance. But more than the new foods and thrill of different activities, we get to enjoy the process. The planning, choosing the right outfit, the build up to our date is almost as much fun as the date itself and allowing the kids to see that we invest time in each other is very important. Greg is a very attentive husband and I get a thrill from knowing and seeing that he’s protective over me (in a healthy way). Sounds silly but it makes me feel beautiful and desired knowing that he’s always looking out for me. Going out, just the two of us, allows me to see what a gentleman he is. When a man cleans up nice, washes his car because you’ll be in it, compliments his wife at the right time, knows how to choose his whiskey, and knows how to properly smoke the occasional cigar- it’s intoxicating. Ladies- let him strut what he’s got, men need to know that you want and need them too. Your knees just might buckle when he holds the door open, looks up at you all clean and dapper and asks if you had a good time tonight.

Hebrews 13:4 Let marriage be held in honor among all

A few of our date night favs:

Tellus (80’s cover band)

The Ware Center

Mt Gretna Theatre (an open air playhouse)

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Into the woods

Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.

The mountains that infold,
In their wide sweep, the coloured landscape round,
Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold,
That guard the enchanted ground.

I roam the woods that crown
The upland, where the mingled splendours glow,
Where the gay company of trees look down
On the green fields below.

My steps are not alone
In these bright walks; the sweet south-west, at play,
Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strown
Along the winding way.

And far in heaven, the while,
The sun, that sends that gale to wander here,
Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile,–
The sweetest of the year.

Where now the solemn shade,
Verdure and gloom where many branches meet;
So grateful, when the noon of summer made
The valleys sick with heat?

Let in through all the trees
Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright?
Their sunny-coloured foliage, in the breeze,
Twinkles, like beams of light.

The rivulet, late unseen,
Where bickering through the shrubs its waters run,
Shines with the image of its golden screen,
And glimmerings of the sun.

But ‘neath yon crimson tree,
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.

Oh, Autumn! why so soon
Depart the hues that make thy forests glad;
Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon,
And leave thee wild and sad!

Ah! ’twere a lot too blessed
For ever in thy coloured shades to stray;
Amid the kisses of the soft south-west
To rove and dream for aye;

And leave the vain low strife
That makes men mad–the tug for wealth and power,
The passions and the cares that wither life,
And waste its little hour.

William Cullen Bryant

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