A little bit of dreaming...

I am not sure if I have mentioned it previously but Ryan and I are practitioners of the weekly date night.

The idea of date night is to have an evening where we both commit to:

• ·      Getting home from work at a reasonable time
• ·      Being nice to each other
• ·      Practicing some active listening
• ·      Doing something special that is about us

Our definition of special can be dinner at a restaurant, walk around the park together, open air cinemas or on some really special days baked beans on toast in front of the TV.

Even our next door neighbours know about date night and sometimes we all head out for what we call double date night.  Our beautiful neighbours are elderly and we are quite a funny foursome. What can I say they are perfectly placed to give us some great tips, they celebrated their 50 wedding anniversary last year.

So this week, even though our heads were both caught up in work matters and I was late home and normally it would have resulted in a cancelling of date night…we pushed on.

We managed to coordinate collecting me from the bus, so no chance to slump on the couch and never move again.

We had a homely Italian meal that was big enough to feed us for the whole week. Inevitably, we talked work but something fun happened. It is a bit premature and we are usually very careful not to get too excited like this but we allowed ourselves to play around this children’s names.

Ryan is Big R, I am little R and if we ever end up with a beautiful baby it will be Really Little r.

I often joke that we should be the three Rs.  Needless to say, we spent a large amount of the evening reading through boys and girls names starting with R.

There were some we liked, some that were more of a joke and some I liked and some Ryan liked.

I can hear the groan of our little baby…sorry Really Little r, you cannot choose your parents.