Dinner with H is in less than two hours. I hate feeling nervous like this! He's my husband, for crying out loud!
We're meeting for dinner at the place where we had our first "date". I use "date" in quotes because we'd been there before as friends and in a small group with other friends. The first "date" was when it was just the two of us, and things seemed different. I'm not sure I'm doing a good job of explaining it, but I can still remember the feeling from that night--just knowing something was different.
When H texted this morning about where to go for dinner, I asked how sushi sounded. I have a great fondness for sushi, but not too many of my friends do. The only people with whom I eat sushi are my H and his brother and brother's wife. There are quite a few sushi places around our area, and I didn't specifically suggest this place. However, he texted back and said, "Ok I'll meet you at [name of place] at 7:00 sound good?" I won't say that it didn't make me happy that he chose that place.
Now I'll reel myself back in. I don't expect tonight to be some cure-all or magic remedy to our troubles. I do, however, expect to have a good time with H. I'm looking forward to it.
