Date nights have never been our thing. Nor are we much of a dinner and a movie kind of couple. Though, last night was an exception. We saw Where the Crawdads Sing – and it was a dinner-dinner-Witherspoon-winner! Go.
For some couples, there would be no date without incorporating it in your weekly schedule. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
However, that doesn’t work for us.
It’s not that I’m opposed to schedules. In fact, I wrote about how we do that with our friends, just not our dates.
Playdates have one goal: enjoyment.
Last weekend, we took a 2-hour pottery class together. As it turns out, having an uncle who was a pottery professor bestowed no genetic advantage on my craft. Kristen, on the other hand, was a natural. The win, though, was in the adventure, the challenge, the discovery, and the fun of it all. The bowls, once they are glazed and fired, are a bonus!
When Kristen and I make time to play, moments of predictability become moments of possibility. There’s something about not knowing what’s next that creates a feeling of anticipation. That “I don’t know what’s going to happen, but it’s gonna be good,” kind of feeling.
We had one of those days a couple of weeks ago. We cleared the whole day for playtime. When we awoke, it was a beautiful sunny day.
We knew we wanted to enjoy the weather outside. After tossing back and forth a few ideas, kayaking it was. Instead of going to our usual river, we picked a new spot two hours south of us. We hopped in the car, put the top down, and took off.
Like a couple of Huckleberry Finn’s, we floated the day away. It was perfect.
On the way home, our car broke down.
It was after-hours, and we were so remote that there was no cellular service. Even this became a part of our memorable playdate, as we turned our misfortune into a puzzle to be solved. We drove until we regained cell service, then navigated our way to the nearest town. Luckily, we found an auto parts store where they diagnosed the issue and sold us a serpentine belt. Next, we hit the internet for a mobile mechanic, and eventually, our car was back in action, and we were back on the road. The best part of this delay is that it put us on the road at just the right time to see the sun setting as we made our way home.
That’s our kind of playdate.
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