About ten years ago, with the Christmas present countdown veering me right into Stressville, it suddenly became very clear that buying my husband more stuff was verging on insanity. I mean, really who needs more stuff?
Me: “Honey, are we crazy? Let’s stop giving each other Christmas presents and start giving each other dates.” (As any card-carrying Type A Female would have said)
Scott: Pause, another pause. “I’m in.”
And low and behold Monthly Date Night was born.
For the singles or the newly married out there who are still in the raptures of love, Date Night probably sounds, in short, lame or maybe even silly.
But for we long suffering marrieds, Date Night, is exciting.
Imagine making time for each other to go and do the stuff you did when you were, in fact, dating. Going for ice cream, a movie, or a romantic dinner?
Ever since that Christmas Epiphany Scott and I have been celebrating Date Night twice a month.
We should become film critics, we’ve seen that many movies.
This year we are planning on seeing more live theater.
Sometimes it’s just ice cream at Ed’s and wandering around the Boardwalk in the Beach. Sometimes it’s a glass of wine and some cheese at Local 1794 and sometimes we plan a bigger date night and end up going to a Dude Ranch in Cranbrook BC. (that was about 12 date nights!) Or this year when we went to Scotland.
And it’s been wonderful, because the dates really became more about reconnecting and falling in love again, than the actual movie or meal or the trip.
All we really have is time to share. Stuff never really makes you happy, but relationships and memories do.
I wished I’d come up with this years ago, although I wouldn’t have gotten that Shop Vac that he bought for me one Christmas, seriously, he bought me a Shop Vac.
Here’s to another year of Date Nights and new adventures.
Peace, love and fibre,