AUTHOR: Marty, a.k.a. canape TITLE: A very good day DATE: 12/01/2007 10:18:00 PM ----- BODY:
Guy and I are blogging on the end of our date tonight. Sweet, but strange. Dueling laptops, sitting side by side on our skyscraper bed. We both hate it when we look over each other's shoulders, and neither one of us can keep from doing it. (Hi, you. Look away now.)

We had another childbirth class today. I am really enjoying them, and Guy is being a trooper. It is helpful though, because even though he has been through this before, it's nowhere near the same. I feel like this is helping to center us, and not just have it be him with experience. Although, I am really glad that he has experience. Especially on the bringing home the baby who will be completely and totally dependent on us for everything in order to survive.

No pressure there.

After the class, we were both starving, so we went to eat at a Greek restaurant. On the way home, I asked if we could go by a high school bazaar. A "shopping spree" weekend. He asked why and what was there, and I said that I didn't know. I had just seen a sign for it on the way to lunch, and I was curious.

This is one of the things I love about him. He just said, "Sure." And we went. Exploring something new. Being spontaneous. It's just about being together, really.

The bazaar was great, as it turns out. We found Christmas presents for some of the harder to shop for people on the list, and even found something for Momma. I had already bought her something, but this is better.

We ran into one of Guy's old friends there, and it was fun meeting him and his daughter. I didn't ever know Guy when he was playing out regularly in country bands. Which was probably good. Because I would have been jail bait.

Even with all the stuff going on today, Guy still managed to put down a new door jam for the front door, finish the room transitions, and cut and nail all of the baseboards for the rest of the downstairs. He amazes me.

While he was being Mr. Handyman, I was practicing for a wallpaper gig for tomorrow night. I love Christmas party gigs. There is nothing better than to be paid to get dressed up and play Christmas music for an hour or two. Unfortunately, while I was practicing, the phone rang, and my gig was canceled without explanation.

I had bought a new dress and everything, so instead of letting me pout, Guy told me to put on my new dress. We were going out.

We headed to an open house that we had received an invitation to, but I had lost before adding it to the calendar. It's no surprise where this is going. We get to the house, it's dark, there are no cars there, and I realize that the open house is next weekend. Oops. Of course it is. This man, this artist, always has his open house the first full weekend of December. Friday was still November, and I should have known better.

After a good laugh at my expense, we head off to dinner. Guy has decided to surprise me. As we drive down Glenwood past several wonderful restaurants, it becomes apparent that we are headed downtown. Turning onto Davie, I figure out that we are going to Nana's Chophouse. We love Nana's. We arrive at Nana's. Nana's is no longer Nana's. The fabulous steakhouse has been turned into some kind of bizarre upscale BBQ restaurant.

Not interested in that, we head back to South. A standby for us. The food is always good, the menu changes often, and the service is usually great. Tonight was no different. We had a wonderful meal, of which I will spare you the details.

As we sat, all dressed up, it occurred to us that this was probably one of the last days we would have like this for a long time. Adding this baby to our family will put the kabosh on the spontaneous. Nix the long dinners out for awhile. Turn the gazing into each other's eyes into glancing.

So we sat just a little bit longer and stared just a little bit deeper. And had dessert.

This morning, as we lay in the bed - getting my morning shamoops - Guy said that he was looking forward to watching me become a mom. He couldn't wait to see me chasing our little boy through the house. He said that he loved me like I am now, but that he was excited to watch me become a mother.

I think that is one of the nicest things he has said to me. Of course, everything sounds sweeter when I'm laying on his chest getting my head rubbed.

What a huge lot of words to say this one thing:

It was a very good day with my husband. My deepest and strongest love. A very good day. I am a lucky woman.

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----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Jenn DATE:Saturday, December 1, 2007 at 11:53:00 PM EST Yes, indeed, a wonderful day!"
Yay for Guy! He sounds like a sweetheart! I bet you looked great in that dress.

Adding a baby to your family doesn't kill all spontaneous activity, it just makes you that much more creative in your spontaneity. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Steph DATE:Sunday, December 2, 2007 at 9:58:00 AM EST Such a great post!! You have a very great hubby. I think you will be a great mommy and am excited to see you as one too.

While the long dinners and cuddle sessions are probably out for a bit, if you keep a stocked diaper bag in the car you can still do "spontaneous" trips to the park, bazarres or festivals. Spontaneous just takes on a little different meaning. :) ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Becki DATE:Sunday, December 2, 2007 at 3:04:00 PM EST How very sweet :) ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous dawn224 DATE:Sunday, December 2, 2007 at 3:46:00 PM EST That's lovely :) While long dinners out get interesting after the baby is born, dueling laptops becomes a quiet way to end the day together. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous katy DATE:Sunday, December 2, 2007 at 7:24:00 PM EST I always found that we could still do what we wanted, but had to plan a little better. We ate places babies were welcome which was fine with us because we didn't want to be without them when they were babies and ours learned early to behave when we were out. We did what we wanted to do but we enjoyed it more because our children were doing it with us. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous whymommy DATE:Monday, December 3, 2007 at 12:30:00 AM EST You are lucky indeed. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Bubblewench DATE:Monday, December 3, 2007 at 7:20:00 AM EST What a great day! I am sure there are many many more to come. ----- --------