You know you do it, too: you enter the caf and place your coat down on the nearest open table. You order your drink, and suddenly spy out of the corner of your eye that the current residents of the comfy chairs are moving on. Others notice this, too, but in a shameless mad dash, you manage to grab your jacket from the not-so-choice seat, and hurl it onto the comfy chair before anyone else can get to it. And, what a great feeling that is. My husband sank into the chair comfortably and I rested my legs over one of its fuzzy arm rests. We talked about the big picture, the possibilities of where our life could take us, and the challenges that may face us ahead. We chatted for at least an hour before heading out. This activity makes me feel like we're just dating again, which is fun. And aren't we still "dating," even if we're married? We go on dates.
Feast your eyes.
"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." -Abraham Lincoln