During the last few weeks Lovey and I have crossed paths as we pass between classes and jobs, caught quick dinners together (most nights), then parted again for the rest of each evening. It’s no fun living that way, even when we know it’s temporary. So we scheduled a date night.
I mentioned the harebrained idea of building a tent in the living room, thinking he wouldn’t go for it, only to come home after a long workday and find him in the midst of building this bedsheet palace.
I added my decorative touches, though no flames were allowed under the canopy. (Good call, Babe.) We sprawled on our couch cushions and every other extra pillow and blanket we could find and settled in for an evening of Chinese takeout, Modern Family, and Castle.
I don’t know if you can tell how tired we are in this photo, but to me the half-smiles are evidence of exhaustion. Our cozy evening of doing Nothing was really Something. Something we needed. Something to remember (with a much bigger smile). Something that brought us together for a few hours in the middle of some crazy days. I’d live in a tent with this guy for forever.