Date night (the first)
Sunday, June 4th, 2006Chris and I celebrated our five year anniversary this past Friday. First of all, it is quite amazing to think we’ve been married five years now. We have had our ups and downs and have grown together and as individuals. Not to mention, we extended our family and added Evan to our trio. Life has been very good – we are truly blessed. I look forward to sharing more annversaries with my dear husband.
So, Friday night we went out. A couple from our church (Jim & Shauna) were gracious enough to come over to our house and look over our son – they brought their beautiful little girl with them (think she’s almost 20 months old). I have only been away from Evan five times since he’s been home from the hospital and each time he was with Chris – so this was our first outing together.
We dedcided to not go to far (just in case we wanted to run home) – we went out for dinner and ice cream. We both took our cell phones with us and left a detailed schedule of where we would be just in case. Within the first hour of being gone Chris called home to check in – I think he would have called earlier but he was trying to hold out. The report was good – Evan was being a good boy. We enjoyed our dinner – but every few minutes the conversation turned towards Evan and how we missed him. I caught myself listening for Evan’s cry – I’ve become accustomed to having Evan around me and if I can’t see him I listen for him – it is amazing how in 11 weeks Evan has become such a part of our lives.
After dinner we ventured over to a place called Dave & Buster’s (it’s like Chuckie Cheese but for adults). We played a few games and when I stepped away into the gift shop and returned Chris informed me he had called a second time home to check in and that Evan was sleeping. I had to laugh to myself – I was also wondering how our little boy was doing. Before we took off we picked up ice cream and sat outdoors listening to a musical group perform – it was a wonderful night and it was good being out just the two of us (but we were ready to get home to our boy). We rushed home and I swept Evan up into my arms and gave him a huge hug and MANY kisses – it was nice to be home.
In addition to it being our first outing without Evan – this was one of my first outings to the public not being pregnant. Towards the end of my pregnancy I had a good size tummy and people just seemed to stare at me – as if they were wondering if I would go into labor any minute. Also, people were a little bit more friendly and often would hold the door open for me or offer assistance – well, times have changed. It was nice to not have people staring at my belly and wondering if I was going to drop – but I did catch a few glances at my chest (it’s amazing what breastfeeding can do to the chest!) and also noticed people were less friendly and less helpful.
