The scene would have been perfect, but things just didn’t go as planned.
Since my wife and I had our daughter three months ago, we’ve not spent a lot of time alone together. We used to be avid garage sale and thrift store shoppers. Occasionally we’d hit up a movie. And frequently we’d treat ourselves to a nice dinner. But now with a child? No dice. Not yet, anyway. And honestly, it’s OK. Our child is our priority now.
But when we do see opportunities to have us time, we take it. Wednesday, that was supposed to be our time … at a baseball game.
This is why I love my wife. She’s not a sports fan, but she knows I’m flippin’ nuts about the Red Sox. And over the 12 years that we’ve been together — four of which have been wedded bliss — I’ve managed to convert her to a point where she at least cares when the Sox are in town. Hell, last year she wanted me to teach her the entire starting lineup, which she actually learned. God bless her. You know if she were trying to teach me about make-up brands or certain girly-type stuff I wouldn’t be able to remember more than one. Continue reading
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