In the midst of finding an apartment, signing a lease, packing, moving, unpacking, and trying to wrap our minds around the fact that a baby might just be living here in eight short weeks - Mike and I have been enjoying spending nearly every waking minute together.
No, I'm serious.
Mike is done with school (and therefore, work) for the summer, and I only work two days a week. Before leaving our old neighborhood, we ate at all our favorite restaurants and bakeries, went on a walk nearly every evening, and enjoyed plenty of bike/runs (Mike runs, I bike - it works because I'm slow and he's fast). Anxiety over the whole baby thing sometimes pops up - namely: childbirth, taking care of a screaming infant without going crazy, paying for said screaming infant. You know, the usual. But for the most part, we've been relishing our last summer as just the two of us. (So glad went on our big road trip last summer!)
It's luxurious, really.
This Saturday night, we had our first date night in our new neighborhood.
Choosing to ignore the fact that we're far from finished unpacking and making our new apartment home...
(PS: Any tips on making a white-walled apartment more homey? Bleh.)
...I attempted to look nice for our date.
We walked to a nearby park, where we had ourselves a little picnic under the trees:
Food is important, of course. We had cous cous with roasted squash, zucchini, carrots, and beets. (Beets are amazing, by the way. Buy some from the farmer's market and roast them. You will LOVE. Promise.)
Ears of corn, buttered and salted, naturally:
And some watermelon, which is basically all I eat now:
I brought along some juice - orange juice mixed with organic mango-peach nectar. I threw a few frozen strawberries in to keep it cold. YUM.
We sat in the shade, talking about our summer, planning a trip to Ikea, and wondering together what life with a baby will be like. We talked about the past, about high school and grade school, and Mike told me the sweet story of when he first asked a girl out in fourth grade (it involved a mood ring and tears).
(I love the reflection of the park in his sunglasses, for some reason. Love.)
I am obsessed with all things maple - so I was in heaven. Mike said it tasted like pancakes-with-syrup ice cream.
We walked just down the street to a sweet little old movie theater. It has one screen and plenty of seats, with a concession stand in the same room as the screen:
We saw Toy Story 3, which was clever, witty, and one of the best sequels I've ever seen. I adored Toy Story - I've probably seen it 100 times, since my little brother insisted on watching it DAILY when he was three years old. This movie did not disappoint. Go see it.
After the movie, we walked home and went up the the roof of our apartment to watch fireworks. From the ninth stories above the city, we could see a dozen different firework shows. It was magical, romantic, and the perfect end our date.
Sometimes, it's nice to take a break from our usual evenings of DVD movies, dinner on the balcony, and time on our computers to go on an actual date. To share stories and food and laughter and kisses. I am so thankful we have the time to spend these days together.