Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Dating on the Cheap

Last night I scanned the pantry. Ouch. It was... low. I'd have to make breakfast out of black olives, marshmallows and ketchup. No oatmeal?? Despite the fact it was 9:00, my husband and I went grocery shopping.

On the way, we tuned into Catholic radio. Fr. Corapi was on!! We arrived at the store around 9:15 and I begged my husband to let us listen just a bit longer.

So he kept the pickup running, the heater on, and the radio resounding with that legendary booming voice.

Then the windows fogged up. And Fr. Corapi was over. And my husband turned off the pickup. And it was raining.

And the sound of the rain of the roof was so peaceful.

And the soft glint of the parking lot lights through the foggy windows was dream-like.

And my husband's arms were so strong and safe and loving.

And we sat huddled in the pickup listening to the rain and enjoying each others' silent blissful company until 11:00.

Halcyon is the only word I can think of to describe it.

It wouldn't have been anymore wonderful if we'd been parked by a mountain overlooking a lake. When you're with the one you love, the location is irrelevant.

But then my stomach rumbled... and now we have enough oatmeal to last the winter.

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