Having been married now for just over a year, my husband Brooks and I have settled into that sort of normative married state that at times can feel utterly unromantic.
On the typical weekday, we both roll reluctantly out of bed in the morning, dress and ready ourselves for the day without exchanging a word. "Bye, love you," we say, parting. After working all day, I often return home to an empty house. We are on opposite schedules much of the time because he is a full-time engineering student who works nights for a brokerage firm and I work the classic 9-5 shift at a bank as an analyst (which often turns into a 9-7 shift).
On a typical weekend, we often feel the need to spend time with family and friends as well as with one another, which can be simply exhausting by the time the weekend is through. Don't get me wrong; we love our families, but having three of them to balance (his parents are divorced) means there are a lot of people to keep happy. To top it off, my house usually hasn't been cleaned by the time Sunday night rolls around, which turns me into a frantic, OCD-type person - not so much fun to be around. If we are not visiting family, we are often camping with friends, or Brooks is studying for a math test, or I am preoccupied the entire weekend with my yoga training (I am currently getting certified to teach).
This weekend was different. We spent the entire weekend doing wonderful, romantic things around home. We dressed up to go out on Friday night and walked from our house to a sushi restaurant we hadn't been to, Naked Fish , and savored the tempura calamari. We walked from there to the theater to see Public Enemies (starring Johnny Depp as John Dillinger, the notorious bank robber) and marveled that we hadn't been out to a movie together in over a year. Leaving the theater at midnight, we laughed at our jumpiness as we walked home, the result of watching everyone get gunned down in the movie.
The next day I awoke to the smell of homemade blueberry pancakes and coffee. I know, I am one lucky gal and I've definitely married the right guy. From there, we mountain biked the Crest Trail on the ridge above Big Cottonwood and, amazingly, I made it down in one piece. Lunch/dinner was Lonestar Taqueria fish tacos and nachos, my all-time favorite.
Finally, Sunday morning was spent "mastering the art of French cooking" with Julia Child. We googled a video of her making French-style omelets after reading an article discussing the new movie about her, Julie and Julia, produced by one of my favorite authors, Nora Ephron, on www.nytimes.com. Of course, after I attempted and failed, Brooks mastered the technique right away, and we topped the delicious omelets with fresh tomatoes and basil from the patio garden Brooks planted for me for my birthday.
"This is the best weekend ever," I thought, "it doesn't get any better than this."
So, to my family and friends that I may have ignored this weekend, I offer my apologies, but not my regrets. It was totally worth every minute.
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