Yesterday I got a call, it was 7 pm.
"Hi, Rachel, are you busy this Thursday?"
It was my husband, upstairs.
I was ironing. "Well, I see something on the calendar, but I can't quite read it, why?"
"Well, there's a live Prairie Home Companion showing at the Savoy 16. Do you want to go?"
I could hear the floor creaking as he paced in our bedroom. It made me blush. He was pacing just like he did in the corner fort--his bachelor house--when he asked me out on dates before we were married. Like he was actually nervous to ask me out!
"Sure, that sounds like a blast!" I was playing along.
He replies sounding a little relieved and excited, "Great. Then we'll get pizza for our friends and they can watch Henry. I'll see you Thursday then, if not sooner."
I found myself nervously, and excitedly kicking the half-inflated balloon around our kitchen as I said good bye.
Now, I don't really miss being single, but I do love the excitement that comes with being asked out by someone that you completely adore and you can tell adores you, too, just a little bit.
Then he came down stairs and we did the dishes.
I'm so excited.