This weekend was a break from the norm for us; there was little to no wind, which meant that kite-surfing was not part of our weekend equation and consequently, I had Phil all to myself for 48 hours straight. Weekends like these are few and far between, so when they do present themselves, I am all over it.
Even after all these years together, I still get mushy around him, especially when we have uninterrupted, quality time together. I'm not referring to romantic getaways to five-star hotels (make no mistake, you will never hear me complaining about that), but about togetherness; doing everything or nothing, and being engaged and present with one another. And yay! We had that all weekend long.
There were no island adventures or upscale dinner reservations to speak of; just hours filled with couple time - me and him - doing mundane errands. But there was something about doing them together, for us and for our home, that made it so much more fun. Like combing the Saturday morning Farmer's Market for our requisite arugula, mango and avocado vendors, or strolling the aisles of Costco and Safeway to take advantage of pre-Thanksgiving sales. Even our trip to Lowe's for insecticide and caulking (SNORE) was made sweet because we suddenly found ourselves looking at mosaic tiles in gradient shades of blue that led to talk about buying land and building our ultimate dream home someday (sidebar: even if this doesn't ever happen for us, I like that we share a vision and dream for our future together).
We went to the mall and I dragged Phil through stores, shamelessly pointing out things that would make wonderful gifts for his wonderful wife (subtlety has never been my strong suit). We had a matinee movie date (which speaks volumes because we are not really movie-goers, save for our annual tradition of seeing a flick on Christmas Day), and Phil did not make fun of me once for spending an atrocious amount of money on a gigantic bag of overly-buttered popcorn that I can NEVER finish, but one that I purchase for the simple fact that overly-buttered theater popcorn is mandatory and all part of the experience.
After church and chores on Sunday, Phil took me to get a much needed pedicure. We made additional stops at Walmart and Lowe's (again!). We bought lunch and picnicked at Ho'okipa, watching the sets roll in until the sun began to set and our skin was sticky from the salty, ocean air.
We came home, we showered and Phil juiced us dinner. Now I am sitting here in my PJ's at the kitchen table blogging, while Phil is settling in at his desk to get a little bit of work done. The last two days have made me so much more aware of just how lucky - how BLESSED - I am. I am so grateful for our easy little life together, just me and him.
Is it weird that I would rate this weekend as one of my favorites, ever?