What a date with my husband involves now, after 31 years and 8 children:
Morning doctor appointment for David.
A quick stop at the local library where I find five books and David rifles through the newspapers.
A drive to the McDonald’s where husband whips out the two FREE 12 oz. fruit smoothie coupons he confiscated from the Parade magazines. (disclaimer: these were lightly “glued” to an inside McDonald’s ad. No newspapers or magazines were destroyed or permanently marred by my husband’s behavior)
Amusement at the horrified look on the 16-year-old cashier’s face when I lean in and whisper to her that this is “our hot date,” and realize she is so hoping that her future never involves two old people with a free smoothie.
A silent prayer of thanks for this wonderful man across the table from me while I enjoy what turns out to be a delicious feast with my best friend.
Mary Potter Kenyon 