it's that time of year again. that time where there is no time.
hubby's and my schedules are... not really conflicting. just not in sync.
we see each other in passing. tell quick anecdotes (or have quick venting sessions) about the day. then say good-bye. or good night. day in and day out.
the only time we have to really see each other is on the weekend. and that is filled with all the weekend stuff - grocery and cleaning and laundry and football and long runs and on and on.
we're not sitting in a romantic cafe sipping lattes and gazing romantically into each other's eyes, sharing profound insights on life.
unless you count rolling our eyes at the foolishness of our fellow shoppers or discussing whether the peanut butter we like is cheaper at target or wal-mart.
it can get old. it does get old.
so sometimes we have to not do that. sometimes we have to go somewhere else. just for fun. just for us.
we have to make time.
we did that this past weekend. shirked responsibility in the name of time.
we wandered around the orchard. ate still warm doughnuts and honeycrisp apples. sang along with a (fairly decent) cover band. discussed barn architecture. reminisced about the wedding reception we'd attended there a few years ago.
there was even a latte involved.
we still got all of the weekend stuff done. maybe a little later than usual. maybe a little longer than usual. maybe a little more tired than usual.
and we maybe learned that 7:00 p.m. is too late for the aged (a.k.a. us) to be eating giant caramel apples.
we made time.