Last night Gary and I turned off the TV, stashed our cell phones, and curled up on the bed with a lone candle lighting the room. We joked around and talked about anything that popped into our heads: horror movies, books, the kids, trouble we got into growing up (Gary seems to have way more stories like this than I do, by the way).
I know some people consider a night out, dancing, partying, crowds and noise, a good time. I’ve never particularly cared for that scene. Last night, tucked up in a candle-lit room and talking, was a treat I really treasured. Bringing the world down to just us, just enjoying each other, was nice.
All we needed to top it off was a nice, gentle rainstorm. Oh, and maybe some wine. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.