Trevor and I came home from the lake and did nothing for the rest of the night but curl up in bed with The Office, a little wine, and salt and pepper chips. It was divine. I'd rather read than watch TV any day, and watching shows from bed just feels so sophomore year of college, you know, but this was the stay-home date night we didn't know we needed. Chips and reruns.
I love trips and spontaneity, especially of the summer variety. But what I love best is how they make you appreciate the little things of home, of a marriage. Holding hands and buying groceries together, the way the living room fills up with light at exactly three-thirty every afternoon, the fact that we have this whole apartment, it's really ours! decorated just the way we like it, with all our favorite foods in the pantry and our favorite Starbucks Espresso Roast in the coffee grinder. It almost feels like some sort of miracle - am I really grown up now? are we really married? it all actually turned out the way I always dreamed, even down to the part where I marry a man who makes a delicious cup of coffee?
That's what we need every once in a while - to step back and realize how sweet this simple little life is. Even when we're bored on a Friday night, even when I spend so much time in the apartment I get sick of it, even when we don't really know whether we're doing it right all the time. It's ours - this life, this home. Our sweet spot.