A few minutes with my wife

It doesn't happen very often, but last Saturday it did.  My older boys all took off ... some to visit relatives, some to visit girlfriends, some just to get wrapped up in computer games.  I found sitters to watch all the little ones.  Thus it was possible, for a brief moment or three, for Chris and I to go to dinner.

Alone.

No kids.

No kids meals, no begging for shakes or desserts, no arguing over who sits where (we refrained from all of that, thanks!).  Just the two of us.

We didn't have long, and as parents of so many children, we couldn't hardly turn off our phones.  We got calls from the shop and from some of the kids.  We made a few calls ourselves to get things straightened out, but it was still wonderful.

We went to Shari’s (the official name of the restaurant, according to my family, is “Aw, f*** it, let’s just go to ‘Shari’s’”).  Nothing special or fancy, but nothing was needed.  The food was typical, but it was the best I’ve had in a long time.

Because of the company.  Because I got to eat it with the most wonderful person I know.

Soon enough, the world was blowing up in our faces again.  We went straight from there to pick up Kaleigh, and from there to more kids, and chaos reigned.

But for a brief moment … bliss

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day!

        aka: goofdad

A good marriage being key to my survival, I'm declaring the following for Lent:  At least once a week I will find a babysitter to watch each and every one of my kidlets, and take my wife out for dinner.  I think we both could use it!  -- Doug