Last Tuesday, Paul's mom came over to watch the boys during praise team practice, as she has been doing. Paul was actually off and not otherwise busy on a Tuesday, so he went to practice with me. As we headed home, he asked, "Do you want to go straight home, or go for a drive?"
I was a bit bewildered at the thought of doing something other than rushing home to rescue my mother in law, but said, "Oh. I guess we can go for a drive."
About a minute later, as we listened to the sound of the tires on the road and the wind rushing in the open windows, I realized that this was the first time in a long, long time that we had been in the car together without the running narration from the back seat, "Daddy! A TRACTOR!!" "Mommy, look! A water tower!"
It was so nice.
I reached over and took Paul's hand, and we took the scenic route home, driving through the river bottom and looking at the newly worked fields. It may have only been a 15-minute detour, but it's the first date we've gone on since at least last July.
It was the perfect ending to a perfect spring day.