What to do for my date tonight with Mr. Miller? Sushi? A movie? A nap? All equally tempting options.
There’s something about my mother-in-law calling me to say “hey! Our Wednesday’s free, want to bring the girls over so you guys can go out?” that sounds exactly like “Hello, Mrs. Miller? We just drew your name out of a rolling ball and you just won $10,000!” Lucky me. Lucky, lucky me.
And don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with our little babes and eating dinner together as a family, but there’s nothing like a date to make me remember, “oh.. hello. I know you, you’re not just the biological father of my children.. you’re that guy I fell in love with 5 years ago.” (although, it must be said, being the biological father of my children is Mr. Miller’s sexiest role… can I say sexy? Well, he is.)
And don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with our little babes and eating dinner together as a family, but there’s nothing like a date to make me remember, “oh.. hello. I know you, you’re not just the biological father of my children.. you’re that guy I fell in love with 5 years ago.” (although, it must be said, being the biological father of my children is Mr. Miller’s sexiest role… can I say sexy? Well, he is.)
So I am spending the afternoon planning for my date. I like to get all dressed up for dates with my husband. I like to wear something that says, I’m not a mini-van-driving, stay-at-home-mom of two… just for the night. And nothing says, I’m not a mini-van-driving, stay-at-home-mom of two, like high heels. They are my first go-to on date nights.
Oh, Mr. Miller. How I love that we are 11 inches apart in height.
Oh, Mr. Miller. How I love that we are 11 inches apart in height.
Harlo likes the brown because “they sound so fancy on the ground!”
Well, you can’t beat that! The brown it is!