Monday nights are date nights.
Our date this week was the last night of fireworks at Taylorsville Dayzz.
Just him and me.
It was almost perfect.
When the last firework went off, both of us just looked at each other with the I-don't-want-it-to-be-over look.
We laid on our blanket and talked,
and talked about this baby that will be joining our family shortly.
It was such a good night.
I needed it.
I love dating my husband.
Especially in the summer.
He is such a happy guy in the summer.
This picture of him in the summer makes me happy:
Hooray for summer...
and for dates that end with a shake.
(did I pop or what?)