In the belly of the beast

Is it close enough to Valentine's Day to continue the gushing?
 I'm still feeling a little wingy after landing a solid twenty four hours of kid freedom.  It was a random set of time that's for sure.  But Ben and I have never been one's to shoot for coherency. Sometime in situations like these we take to the streets.  B-love likes to hit the ground running, which usually involves a little shopping and some french fries.  But we are on a budget y'all.  We have a ten year anniversary extravaganza to save for, and we were already doing up the night in style (with double decker groupons but style nonetheless).  So we did what anyone in our situation would do.  We sat opposite each other in the living room and stared at our computer screens.  We ate cheezits and took naps.  We are talking about romance for the record books here people.  

By the time 6:30 rolled around I had managed to find some makeup and an outfit that didn't involve an elastic waistband.  We wound our way up the old historic columbia highway and over a rickety bridge until seeing a beautiful restaurant surrounded by twinkle lights.  It was right on the river and I ate up every cheesy moment, from the pianist playing only the Beatles to the roaring fireplace and tableside Bananas Foster.  The food was good but the company was fantastic.  No one makes me laugh or feel more loved than this guy.  We decided to go for broke with a midnight movie just because we could.  

Ah date night...

along with getting your kids to nap at the same time, it is the holy grail of the stay at home mom.

I need every reminder, that I have someone who will hunt me down for a hug when he gets home, and serenade me while I cook dinner.  Someone who will open the spaghetti jars and talk me off all my ledges.  Yes I want to kill him on a daily basis but honestly I would rather fight with him every night  than wake up with anyone else.