Two days until we celebrate 28 years married. Sometimes it feels romance is gone. The heart no longer skips a beat.
I’m up at “The Fox,” our new neighborhood pub, having their amazing #5 chicken with Mumbo sauce. I love sitting at the high top next to to huge open windows. Fresh air and city sounds. And Mumbo sauce – a D.C. Classic.
A 90’s soundtrack plays in the background. I’m in a happy place. An hour or two out of my home office, alone with only my thoughts.
Tonight is Scott’s weekly boys night. He’s off to see his buds and bond over this week’s selection of strategy games. I just got his text he’s leaving soon.
One of tween-Moo’s favorite songs plays:
But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don’t make me change my mind
Or I won’t live to see another day
I swear it’s true
You’re impossible to find
My phone pings, another text from Scott.
And my heart skips a beat.
