Date night

Friday night is traditionally date night with my patient wife. I like to eat, she eats so she can stay alive. I live to eat, see the conondrum? I won on our date tonight but we went to a place that she likes but they didn't have her favorite soup at that place: Cheesy Broccoli. Bummer. I got a pizza and brought most of it home to my swimmer daughter (the only one left now) who is sore from exercising and doing her dry-land training for swimming yesterday. Pain is wonderful when it is a result of putting our bodies through contortions, running and stretching that we don't normally do. It is self-inflicted but worth the price of pain in the grand scheme of things. Anyway, date night is about to start. We are going to watch a movie at home and just snuggle for a while. I miss snuggling more with my wife. I am glad we are able to do it again. I also like kissing her. The kids think it's gross but I love my wife and kissing her is fun and helps to make me feel even more loved. It's an outward expression of an inner feeling. We have a great couch for snuggling in the basement. I am looking forward to it. The movie doesn't matter so much as just being with someone I love and that puts up with me and all of my idiosyncracies. I appreciate being loved. I am looking forward to the movie, but more than the movie, the fringe benefits of our snuggling couch...