I sneaked out and met a man for lunch today. I didn’t plan it. It just happened. Some wild part of me needed to be free, and it longed for some companionship beyond my everyday norm. My six year old cried as I started to leave, and I almost felt guilty then for what I was doing. But I knew I had to do this.
I met him in an out-of-the-way restaurant, and I felt my heart rate accelerate as I saw him waiting in the parking lot for me to arrive. As I pulled into a secluded spot underneath a dying tree I felt butterflies in my tummy, and this unexpected rendezvous felt almost foreign. When was the last time I had done anything like this?! I certainly couldn’t recall.
When we walked inside together I slipped my hand inside of his. I liked the way it rested there. It made this feel like the right thing to do, despite what my logical mind told me awaited me at home.
“I hope no one recognizes us,” I whispered amused as we went into the dim cafe, and he smiled that quirky, sideways grin that had drawn me in passionately when I first met him.
As we sat together at a table in the back I watched him eat, and I knew I felt exactly what my heart screamed to me. I loved him, and I needed to be here, right this moment, more than anything else in the world. I was glad I had sneaked away to meet this man, the man to which my heart belonged.
But before I knew it the brief hour alone together had been spent, and as he told me it was time for him to go I fell into his embrace like a child. I rested there, comforted, not wanting to let go, and thankfully he indulged my desires and held my body against his an extra long time.
As we exited the restaurant he held the door for me, and I smiled at the sentiment. He was a romantic at heart, always had been, and no amount of years of marriage had changed that about him. My husband got into his car, and I got into mine. As I cranked our family van to hurry off on errands I again was grateful I had taken the time to sneak away for some alone time with my spouse.
Within moments my phone chirped an incoming text, and I realized the man of my dreams agreed.
I really enjoyed lunch with you we should do it more often. You are a blessing and everything I could ever need in a companion in this life. I love you very much!
I’m sure my smile stretched the length of my front seat at that moment. It seemed like most days my husband got my leftovers, when in all reality he deserved the best of me. Our careers, our dreams, our home, our children; these were all fabulous things we shared, but nothing compared to our relationship together. And sometimes despite life’s demands you just had to sneak away and make time to be alone together.
After today, I certainly think we’ll be doing it more often.