At this very precise moment, the dishes are undone, the laundry needs to be changed, my children are watching the boob tube, I'm teaching piano lessons in 40 minutes, and I sit here, blogging.
So, last night, I got to have one of those amazing evenings of bliss. One of those times when I look at my hubby and think "I sure made the right choice!"
He had a class in SF (no, not Spanish Fork. San Francisco, people. That's where I live now!) and I took BART and met him in the city. Spouses/significant others/family members were invited to the last class of a 12 week Dale Carnegie course (btw, I'm thinking of taking it myself. It was so cool!). There was amazing food (samosas! Yumm!), lots of laughter, great speeches, and awards given. My hunky hubby won the top award for the class. Nobody was surprised; neither was I. Of course, little do these awesome people know that Brandon has had plenty of experience interacting with people and speaking to large crowds. Growing up in the Church and serving a mission can do that to a person.
Anywho....It was great to meet his class friends and hear such wonderful things about the man I love. It was fun to see the city at night, walking through the narrow streets, holding his hand, imagining what NYC might look like. It was great sitting on BART and writing my brains out and then being able to share those thoughts with Brandon on the way home. It was nice to be together and to connect, again, on such a personal and adult level. It's hard to mesh intellect when surrounded by the dishes and laundry.
Speaking of dishes and laundry....! Gotta go!