|Heading out a different night to a wedding!|
I relayed a story from date night with my husband John from last week. We went out to a high end dinner joint, Pikk's Tavern here in Valpo and I had dressed for the occasion: Cleavage. For my husband. After becoming a Christian many years ago I do not show off "the girls" often, but once in awhile I like to toe the line and remember that I am not just a wife and mother, but a foxy wife and mother with some tricks up my sleeve. Plus after being married and having kids I do not want my husband to only see me as the mother of his children. I want him to remember me as ME. With curves.
I ordered a drink that cost almost as much as a meal. Eight bucks. An old fashioned, like my Dad makes for me on occasion when he upgrades from box wine. I know we are on a budget, I know babies need shoes and I know I do not really need to have an overpriced drink. I ordered it anyway. I felt fabulous, sassy, sexy and in love with the man across the table from me.
THEN HE SAID: "Wow! Eight bucks....Heather, that drink was eight dollars!"
We can afford it. I know if we were dating I could have ordered lobster and he would barely have blinked. John works hard so I can stay home with our girls and we still live a very comfortable life. But. He felt the drink was over the top. It might have been, I didn't care.
SO I SAID: "Cleavage gets a drink!"
I explained that when I am The Wife in a cardigan and jeans, I'll drink tap water. Boxed wine. Almond Milk. BUT. When I am on a date with him, and I am wearing date clothes, and I am looking to be treated like a bombshell instead of a mama, I'll order a drink. And he will pay for it.
And pull your chin up, stop scoffing, I do not mean to sound vulgar or arrogant. I simply mean I deserve to be pampered, and John deserves to have a woman worth pampering. When we were getting married he called me high maintenance but quipped that he enjoyed maintaining me. I believe men want goals, they want to conquer, and once they have married us....ummmm what conquering is there? So I strive at times to give him a challenge, coy, sporting, romantic or otherwise.
It is our job to keep each other sharp, engaged and alive as we navigate life together as husband and wife. I love him so deeply, and trust that he will allow me to be a little high maintenance at times and still make the doable effort to maintain me. I know he trusts me to keep it to the smaller things. Although I do want some big things...I do not really need them. ( But...well... my cleavage may think differently!)