It's time for a date night.
If the fridge is empty and we can get a babysitter, you may find us at Sam's.
Holding hands. Laughing. Throwing 83-count packs of pudding cups into our over-sized cart.
Some couples go out dancing, we go out 'clubbing' to Sam's Club.
To the young, single folk in the audience that might seem lame and boring but to us it's a rare treat to shop the isles without shouts of, "Mommmmmyyyy, I neeeeeeeed a drinkkkkkk!" or "But Daddddddyyyy, I waaaaaant it!"
It's a luxury to smile knowingly at the mother who is wearily dragging four crabby children through the store as we go along our merry way.
What reckless bliss to debate over the price of asparagus without interruptions; to linger over the paper-towels, wallowing blithely in the peacefulness and making thoughtful choices.
During a two year span where Mr. Loggerhead's work involved traveling a lot, we rarely got to shop together. It may seem odd but I really missed it. Who says simple pleasures aren't life's greatest treasures?
We waltz along, past 294-count boxes of Hotpockets, him pushing the cart, me with my hand in his back pocket, the one with his wallet in it. He teases me that I married him for his money. I quip back that if I did, I must be out of luck 'cause that pond dried up years ago.
It's comfortable and familiar and it center's me.
We sometimes loose sight of the things we love about each other. We need that couple-time to get our priorities aligned. It really doesn't matter where we are or what we're doing, it's the togetherness that counts.
We share our plans, ideas, dreams and in doing so we prepare for jumping back into the fray, hand in hand. I wouldn't trade this for a fancy dinner at The Ritz... well, maybe... Does the dinner include cheesecake? I'd trade about anything for the right slice of cheesecake. I'm shallow like that.
But alas, the children are waiting and the babysitter will want to be let off duty.
We make our purchases, discussing the money we did or didn't save.
The best part? Someone sweet to load and unload the haul.
Almost seven years and he still makes me happy.
Old Married Fogies in NE