Flowers, Chicken Wings and Fire Trucks

Ok, Ms Christi over at My Chick Flick hosts Date Night. Here's my post:

My DH does the grocery shopping. Every week he goes through the flyer and circles the deals and the things that we need. Then he goes to the store and gets the groceries. I don't. I mean, sometimes we all go, but for the most part this is the job that DH has taken on.

And I love that.

I love that he thinks of things that would make the rest of us smile. Chocolate one time. Ice cream bars another. Fresh fruit - strawberries and cherries. This week he brought me carnations! They are so pretty. He doesn't buy me flowers very often, at my request. Seriously, I love flowers but cut flowers die quicker than I can kill them, so I'd rather he buy me a live plant. But every once in a while, it is nice that he comes home with a bunch of carnations. (And trust me, they are expensive in our little town, because I've considered purchasing them for myself a time or two and didn't because of the price.)

Now, that wasn't really a date night but I thought, "hey, if that's all I get this week, at least I know he was thinking of me."

Wednesday morning he says to me, "Hey, why don't you get a sitter and we'll go for supper tonight?" So I found a sitter and was looking forward to a quiet evening with my man, talking and just being together. Well, as it turns out the new firetruck arrived at the fire hall just as we were getting ready to go! I was kinda bummed. I thought, great, I get to hang out with fire fighters (and if you've read here long, you know I love my fire fighter family, but I wanted a night with J) and look at a fire truck. I wasn't bummed long. J was so very excited; like a kid at Christmas over this new fire truck. All the fire fighters were! And I can't really blame them; it's a nice truck!

So then we all went to the Legion for Wing Night! J and I had never been to Wing Night, but apparently that's the thing to do in our little town on Wednesday nights. There are a lot of people there. We had a great visit, laughing and talking with the others. We dawdled over our meal, even staying later than the others to visit with a mother and grown son that came in late. I enjoyed my date night that culminated in J rushing home from the fire hall (after dropping me off at home to relieve the babysitters) to rescue me from a possible intruder! (My knight in a rusty suburban!) But that's another post, maybe.

Thursday morning Grandma Irene came and kept the five children so we could go out for lunch. We went to Shorty's. It wasn't a great date though; J's so sick. He says that his WHOLE body hurts - fingers, toes, soles of his feet, his scalp, back, gut. Everything. It was good to get out with just J though for a bit.

Striving to learn and live God's purposes,