I apologize for being a bit late on this one but I assume you’ll forgive me when you hear that I chose swimming in lakes, long walks, and watching the sun fade into the ocean instead of sitting inside writing this post. But now we are home from vacation and I am so happy to be back in this space. I miss it when I’m gone.
It’s Friday, which in most cases means I post some recent images I’ve taken on film.
Here are a few other Film Fridays to peruse at your leisure.
All images were shot using Kodak Portra 400 using a Canon A1 50mm 1.4.
It’s been awhile since a “Dating My Husband” post has appeared on the blog and the reason for this is simple, we hadn’t been doing a good job of dating. I didn’t say it was a good reason, just a simple one.
The effects of this quickly became evident in our marriage. Without time spent reconnecting I began to see my husband, my partner in this crazy life, as a roommate. Someone I share our space with but that’s about it. Our conversations cover matters of all things practical and that’s where they end. The tasks get completed, the children are cared for and loved, the businesses tended to, and after that we’re tired.
Long days of caring for three kidlets who require more of me than I ever thought possible, cause me to want to curl up and jump into my own world after they get tucked into bed. In this world the only person I have to think about is myself. I settle in there, content and eager to have nothing and no one who needs me because really, I feel I have nothing more to give.
But there is someone else and although he doesn’t whine as loudly as the three other members of this family he does need me and I need him. Even when I feel as if I have nothing to give him I must, because my marriage is my most important relationship on this earth and it requires time and energy in-spite of the fact that in this season, there is very little of that.
So we arranged for someone other than ourselves to tuck the kidlets into bed and we went out, on a date.
With cameras in hand we played tourist in our own city scavenging the market after hours looking for the right shot. When we weren’t shooting we walked side by side and enjoyed the golden glow of the summer evening. Sharing our passion for photography we compared camera settings and talked composition, falling deeper in love, in a nerdy sort of a way.
We laughed as we wandered the streets trying desperately to find the perfect restaurant for the evening after we found out our favorite was closed for the night. I can get a little too philosophical about restaurant selections and can put far too much pressure on the night by fearing the wrong choice.
Gabe stepped up and made the final decision, Seatown Snackbar. For that night, it was perfect. We cozied up to the corner table with a view of both bustling action and the setting sun. The food was comforting, satisfying and familiar. Fitting for the night as we set out to reconnect and find that comfort in one another that we had inadvertently lost.
In no time at all we had found each other again. Not the person I argue with over whose turn it is to change the latest dirty diaper but my husband, my partner and my best friend. I found the man that I used to stay up with until the sun started a new day. The one I would watch drift in and out of sleep as he desperately tried to stay awake so we could enjoy another moment together. I would giggle over the soft rumble of his snores, finding it endearing when the thought of waking up to him and his rumbles every morning was just a dream.