Tonight we will be in the dark with the world spinning around us, and it will be just the two of us.
Mr. Wonder and I have created a habit of going to bed at the same time on a regular basis. It’s dark, it’s quiet, it’s comfy, and since my son does not go to bed until after 9 p.m and my husband’s up after 6, bedtime is the best time. I spend long days without him, and need my daily reconnect.
Last week, when my MIL took Wonder Boy for an outing I went with Mr. Wonder out on errands. None of them were mine- out to Lowe’s, out to Pep Boys. He wandering the aisles while I floated toward anything smelly/colorful/had flowers on it, because I get bored on manly errands.
But I was happy because for the first time in a while it was just the two of us. Holding his hand, sitting by him in the car, chatting away. Just the two of us in a cocoon.
Something we haven’t had enough of lately.
Tonight we’re going to a friend’s rock band gig, and I am excited. it’s a new band to me, one where I don’t know all of the sings and sing along like a pre-teen groupie, one where other people will be singing along to The Stillwinter. We will be in a smaller, crowded venue. Surrounded by edgier, hipper, younger fans dancing and screaming, while we will stand on the side, out of touch yet still there.
He will stand right beside me, our own slow moment in time while the world flies at a different beat than our own little love song.