When Nate and I were engaged, we had our share of dreams. There was the hope that we’d be able to buy our own home someday. That we’d travel together and see theater productions and maybe someday start a family. And we dreamed of spending so much time together that we’d actually want — or need — a bit of time apart.
If that was even possible.
See when we were dating and engaged, our schedules never did match up quite right. Sure, we made time for each other. And in the grand scheme of things, we did a lot of fun, exciting things together. But our moments together were always limited to a run around town before it got dark or maybe a Sunday afternoon that we both had off from work or college.
There just never was enough time.
The funny thing is that we’ve been married for just over three years now and we still have that same problem. Schedule conflicts. We don’t have the same days off from work, and it seems that on the nights that we’re both home, something comes up that whisks us off again.
As of last week, it had been six months since we had an entire day to spend together. So Nate took a day off. Because enough was enough.
At first we flirted with the idea of running off to Boston for the day. Or maybe going to see an art museum. There was even the possibility of catching an IMAX movie.
But in the end, we chose breakfast.
The drive to Parker’s Barn in Mason, New Hampshire is one that takes you through a bit of backcountry. Windy roads. Old houses. Lots of trees.
It’s a drive that makes you forget about gas prices and car payments and long days at the office. It also doesn’t hurt that the destination is syrup-smothered, sometimes blueberry-flavored deliciousness. (I love me some Parker’s Barn pancakes!). For that morning, we talked and laughed and held hands. Nothing else really mattered.
The rest of the day was pretty low-key. We took a country drive, read some books, saw Fiddler on the Roof at a community theater.
I realized that Nate and I — even as a married couple — have our share of dreams. And one of them, is that someday, we’ll have breakfast together every single week.
Because just between you and me, I think that would be a dream come true.