I have been having these dreams recently where in them I'm not married to Paul—either we broke up, I never knew him, he's mad at me, things like that. Yesterday morning, the morning of our anniversary, I woke up from one of those dreams and a wave of something that can only be described as relief washed over me. Carried me away like a giant wave. One of those waves that afterwards you can float on your back and look at the sky and your heart stops pounding and you just float.
Oh and we also had a jealous cat who kept wanting to join us. And rain that starting drop drop dropping on us but we didn't go in until the cracks of lightning and thunder turned into imminent downpour. Then I drunkenly made thai fried rice and we ate the cupcakes and fell asleep completely buzzed. Aaaaah.
p.s. The inimitable Joanna Godard from A Cup of Jo recently mentioned Fire Escape Date Night, but we've actually been doing this for years. I'm not stealing from you Joanna! But everyone should check out the post because she dressed up much better than me.