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This Monday my soldier and I had the rare opportunity to go on a Savannah free date night. I wasn't expecting to go out that night. I had already cooked dinner and was ready to put Sav to bed. When he surprised me and told me that he wanted to take me out I admit I was a little conflicted. I was tired and I didn't feel like pulling it together to go on a date. I was looking forward to going to bed early and trying to catch some Zs before our little one made her trek to our bed.
Then I looked at my soldier's face. I could see that he really wanted to go out. He wanted to take me on a real date. No babies allowed. A part of me thinks that he knew I needed to go out even if I didn't know myself. So. After dinner I got Sav ready for bed, cleaned up the kitchen and proceeded to get dressed. Some where between my outfit change and painting my toes I started getting excited.
I decided to wear a black peplum top and my black cigarette pants. We were going out for dessert and drinks so I though the outfit was perfect. I felt really good about myself. I hate that I didn't snap any pics. We had a great time. We people watched and just hung out. The way we use to before the baby. I didn't realize it until Monday but I do miss being able to go out on real dates. I had a great time. It reminded me how important it is to tap back into what made me great before Savannah. I haven't fallen off but I have certainly forgotten about some of the little things that make up who I am. Not as Savannah's Mom but as my husband's wife. I needed that reminder.
Anyone else ever felt like this?