This date night was particularly special, thanks to the generosity of Derek's folks. They loaned us their gorgeous, and very 'cush (the backseat is a couch!!) Harley Davidson for the evening. And to frost our delightful two-wheeled cake, they baby-sat our boys. What a date! What parents!
I got to enjoy the wind in my hair (under my helmet, of course) all the way to Altona and back. Derek got to enjoy his first drive in five years! We ate at a new-to-us restaurant, loved everything on our plates, and still had everything to look forward to in the open road, gorgeous sunset, and roaring engine all the way home.
As I listened to the motorcycle, watched the harvest going on just across the field, smelled the dead skunk up close and personal, appreciated the connectedness I felt with the passing landscape while driving with no walls or windows, I concluded that I married precisely the perfect kind of man. He grew up riding motorcycles and dirt bikes, and made what I consider to be a very deliberate and wise sacrifice, selling his motorcycle to help pay for college. He knows how to ride motorcycles safely (from experience and a saturation of wisdom from his father riding motorcycle before him), has a deep love for the activity, looks super cool in black leather, and also values education and enjoys a quiet evening at home reading theology or murder mysteries. This is the most complimentary set of qualities I can imagine in a man, particularly in my man. My husband can take me on a ride on motorcycle, or in our imagination, through the pages of a book or sermon.
These are exactly the musings date night is supposed to inspire.
*Happy Sigh*
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