Homecoming Weekend

This past weekened was so nice. Just the two of us. Lots of time spent together really focused on just being "us". I don't think it could have come at a better time and couldn't have come soon enough. I don't think I could have enjoyed it more.

I think sometimes we truly forget that our relationship is so special. That we are really that close. That any real problem between us causes us so much hurt. That without each other, we just aren't the same people.

I am truly sorry about the airport thing. It was disrespectful. Even more so it made you doubt so many other things. You have no need to doubt. I truly only want you my love.

The weekend was perfect. Pizza and wine on Friday night. It is so cool how we both remember so vividly those nights at your apartment. Pizza box on the bed, that 13 inch TV (and no remote or cable - gasp) and spending a whole night just being together. Somehow when we want to we can re-create most of that vibe anytime we have the chance. I do have to say that have a remote is a nice addition to this scenario.

Saturday, I quite frankly cannot even remember what we did during the day. However, I know that we smiled at each each other alot. Held hands a lot. Kissed quite frequently. So whatever errands or activities we actually did were ancillary at best. Smiling, holding hands and kissing is exactly the kind of behavior that defines our past 20 years together.

Saturday night's dinner was devine. I just love Piano Blu. It has become "our" restaurant. We hardly even look at the menu. We even now have our own waitress (thanks Rose). We can add our memories of times at Piano Blu to our history (like the couple groping each other, the time we were actually sitting with the band because we were so close, the 5th martini, etc). The food was fabulous. Your surprise pieces of crab were funny and quite tasty.

Once we got home, well.... Lets just say you couldn't have looked any more beautiful at dinner and "Gwen" holds entirely new memories for me.

Breakfast Sunday morning was really nice. Somehow by the time we got to Sunday morning we weren't even talking about the girls anymore. It was affirmation that we have a very strong identity without them. That is something to cherish as they both grow older and it becomes even more about just us.

In the end the weekend was like a homecoming for our relationship. Something we should do more often. A weekend that I am pretty sure reminded us both how wonderful the past 20 years have been and how much we have to look forward to over the next 50 or so years.

I love you so very much and I always will.