Those Few Minutes

This evening, Nick and I had a rare moment alone. It was even leaning towards romantic. I only say leaning because we were interrupted by screaming children, otherwise it was lovely.

Before dinner tonight, it was apparent that there was going to be a spectacular sunset. We decided to be daring, and try to watch it, just the two of us. I set the kids up with coloring books and crayons, grabbed us a couple of beers, and we made a break for it.

Now don't go reporting us to child services, we were only a few steps away. The kids were sitting on the porch, and we were sitting on the rock wall in the yard, so I could easily attend to them if needed. Sure enough, I was called back to mediate a fight and patch up brother/sister relations, but I made it back to the wall before the sun made its final curtain call.

There was a moment, maybe three or four minutes altogether, when Nick and I sat leaning against each other, watching the sunset, and there wasn't a single peep from the kids. In fact, for a moment I thought I should make sure they were okay, but then I came toy senses and snuggled closer to my husband.

For those few minutes, no one asked me for milk, or to pick up a dropped toy, or to wipe their bottom. For those few minutes I was just a happy wife, enjoying a sweet moment with my husband. That moment ended with more screaming from the porch, but for those few minutes, it was beautiful.