Monday, November 23, 2009

I think I know that couple...



I'm a little obsessed with Hubby. It's true. I am head over heels crazy in love with the guy I married. It could almost be labeled as unhealthy, if it weren't for the fact that it's mutual.

There was a point, a long time ago, when we were dating, that we both knew very clearly that this was It. But because of timing, family issues, and a whole lot of other drama, it wasn't yet the right time for us to get married.
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Back in those days, I remember there were Moments...moments when everything would be just right. Moments when we'd be completely connected, completely immersed in those feelings, in each other, in Us, and I'd feel this urge...this need...this desire to run away with him. To say to hell with the world, with the rules, with everyone else. Moments when I knew nothing else mattered but each other, and all I wanted was to be with him.

"Let's get married," I'd always say in those moments. I'd throw my arms around his neck and whisper it in his ear. "Let's get married." This never scared him. He wanted to get married, too. It just wasn't time yet.
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It was complicated, then.
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On Saturday night, while we were dancing, all huddled up in the dark crowded room, the music thumping in my chest, his body against mine, I felt that again. Except instead of "Let's get married" I said: "Let's run away."

"Let's run away."

Together. Just you and me. Away from the responsibilities, the mortgage, the bills, the kids.
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It's complicated, now.


Needless to say, we had a fabulous time on Saturday night. And no, to my friends who assumed I was too hung over to blog yesterday (Who can blame ya? I do have a history...), I was not. I was, however, sleeping. Yes, sleeping...'til 2:00 in the afternoon. That's right, ladies...I did not fall asleep before leaving the house. I did not give up and go home early due to motherly exhaustion. I danced 'til all hours and went to sleep at the time I usually get up. And then...oh, thank God for my mother...I slept in...practically all day. Glory.

It was wonderful to feel that way again...just me and him. Date night. Dressed up. Cocktails. A dark, smoky room. Loud music. Just me and him.

I recognized us.

I remembered who we used to be. It was a relief, almost, to feel that way again. It didn't feel odd to be out that late, dancing, drinking, really living it up...just us. It felt, actually, normal. Familiar.

At one point during the night, I scanned the room and really looked at all the people there. Everyone looked so relaxed, so unfettered. I wondered if anyone else in that room had children at home. Because no one looked like a parent to me. And then I wondered: Did I look like a mom? Did we look like parents? Because right then, I didn't feel like a parent. I just felt like me. Just me, all glammed up, dancing and laughing and drinking, and fantasizing for a bit about leaving it all behind...and running away together. Just like the olden' days.
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12 comments:

  1. Well now aren't you making me jealous.

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  2. What a perfect night! Those are the kinds of touchstone moments that keep my marriage alive.

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  3. Aww, you guys are adorable. :0) Glad you had a great time!! You look great, not at all like a parent ;)

    Uhm, but I'm jealous..I have no babysitter, mom is on the other side of the country...

    I think I'll go eat worms.... (hehe remember that song?)

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  4. Oh look at you two, you are gorgeous!!!

    I loved reading this....my favourite bit was you remembering how you used to be.....isn't that the thing....you become parents and all of sudden years pass, you change without realising it and you totally forget how you used to be....therein lies the problem as they say!

    Good for you for dancing til dawn, sounds fabulous to me :)

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  5. You two could not have possibly looked like parents! So glad you have a fantastic time!

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  6. What a happy, sexy, un-parent-looking couple! Glad you had a great time - love your outfit!!

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  7. What a fab post - will be booking the babysitter forthwith and whisking the husband away for a bit of us-time!

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  8. Oh how the four of us would have a lot of fun together! And I'm absolutely positive that you would keep me up and dancing and keep me from falling into the mom trap of wanting to leave early. My husband despises that I get like that. Even though my mind wants to have all the fun my body gives way.

    However, a giant cup of espresso at 10 pm can't hurt!

    Okay. I'm coming to Miami. Lend me some fancy shoes. I'll see you at the airport.

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  9. ummm...jealous. But like me, I know you've had the epizootie at your house for about forever, so you deserved a night out. IF everyone in my house is healthy, I'm visiting the spa Friday, but now I'm wishing it was date night instead!
    Happy Thanksgiving to you and your sweet family.

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  10. I enjoyed my visit to your blog. I especially love the line "I recognized us." A healthy reminder for me to get out and get to a place where I can say the same of Husband and me.

    Thanks for some food for thought.

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  11. Aw.. you both look so great and very un-mummy and daddy! It is so important to have those times, just to reconnect to your former selves and remember why you are still in love. And as for the getting dressed up, dancing, drinking and general letting down of hair.. well... yo know my feelings on that! OH and I are looking forward to our night out on Dec 13th for his birthday. High heels and champagne here I come! x

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  12. Late to the comment party here, but what a great post. I too am in love with the man I married and often feel sheepish about this fact, i.e. that it is unexpected and uncool to be madly in love with the person you married... How wonderful for you to admit this, revel in it, and run away, if only for one night.

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