#88 Surprise Date
10:30 AM
Tuesday I asked Stephen if we could go out on a date today. It's been an adjustment to this new little life we've been living lately, and feeling like we barely have time for each other--even in the house. So he sweetly obliged, and managed to go way overboard in such a good way.
We then headed out to go eat. Stephen drove all over town, trying to throw me off the scent, till we finally arrived at The Root Cellar, a new joint in town. The food was really great, definitely worth another trip back at some point.
Not having a clue where we were headed next, Stephen tosses me a pair of socks. We drive up Hwy 1, making a sharp turn near the church, and I'm assuming we're headed to Kona Ice or something, but we whipped into Skate Station USA. I have not been here since I was about 14 or so--when the song "I'm Blue" was popular.
We tested our limits on the skating rink, somehow managing to regain our once lost ability to roller skate. Not sure if this will show, but you can get a taste for my monkey limp arms as we rolled around the rink and as Stephen almost fell.
We people watched, and got to watch "Johnny Crashing" jamming the night away in the center rink as he smoothly skated across the floor. This was HIS dance floor. We sat talking wondering if anyone in his life knew about his skating habits, or if this was a secret love, and he "Walked the Line" between his true love and his life. His black clothing concealing him quicker and quicker as he skated away into the night.
Okay, back to real life. After that we headed home to watch The Maze Runner, and ate Reese's Pie while we did so. It was really an incredible, and sweet date. This hubby of mine can really pull out the stops.
Stephen walked in the door with flowers in hand.
We then headed out to go eat. Stephen drove all over town, trying to throw me off the scent, till we finally arrived at The Root Cellar, a new joint in town. The food was really great, definitely worth another trip back at some point.
Not having a clue where we were headed next, Stephen tosses me a pair of socks. We drive up Hwy 1, making a sharp turn near the church, and I'm assuming we're headed to Kona Ice or something, but we whipped into Skate Station USA. I have not been here since I was about 14 or so--when the song "I'm Blue" was popular.
We tested our limits on the skating rink, somehow managing to regain our once lost ability to roller skate. Not sure if this will show, but you can get a taste for my monkey limp arms as we rolled around the rink and as Stephen almost fell.
We people watched, and got to watch "Johnny Crashing" jamming the night away in the center rink as he smoothly skated across the floor. This was HIS dance floor. We sat talking wondering if anyone in his life knew about his skating habits, or if this was a secret love, and he "Walked the Line" between his true love and his life. His black clothing concealing him quicker and quicker as he skated away into the night.
Okay, back to real life. After that we headed home to watch The Maze Runner, and ate Reese's Pie while we did so. It was really an incredible, and sweet date. This hubby of mine can really pull out the stops.
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