After years and years of wedded bliss to my Australian husband, I’m pretty smug that I get to live with my greatest friend, my number one raving fan, and my strongest anchor.
Bernard is for keeps, that’s for sure.
Keeping things bobbing along takes commitment though. Bern’s needs could be left to fester on the scrap heap after I’ve been squeezed dry by the relentless demands of the kids.
But an investment in our relationship is the greatest gift we can give our children. So invest, we do. Friday night is date night and it’s cast in stone.
Date ‘night’ has been as elaborate as a weekend in Rome, and as simplistic as pizza in pyjamas with the telly off. We took one-week old Elizabeth to dinner with us, much to the delight of the restaurant staff; and had Indian take-away complete with plastic wine glasses in hospital when Benny suddenly raised a temperature one Friday evening.
Nope, nothing gets between us and our date night.
Which all sounds very romantic, but here’s the truth. Come Friday night, we’re both completely shattered. We often drag ourselves out of the house with matchsticks holding our eyes open.
I’ve fallen asleep in the cinema, on the train, in the car… although never in a restaurant… yet (although if Bern doesn’t stop talking about his flippin’ car, I might just do that).
In truth, if we don’t make that solid commitment to spend time together, we probably wouldn’t bother, because life would take over.
Here’s the point. It’s absolutely, categorically and completely worth it. Once they’re all grown up with families of their own, what remains is me and Bern. So we’ve made a pact to be there for each other. Right now.
I don’t want to be salvaging our love from that scrap heap when I’m old and grey.
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