a conversation about dinner in the park

him: lets grab some hot dogs and a bag of caesar salad and have a picnic at the park.
me: eh, I have lots to do here at home.
him: cooome onnnn...I never suggest things like this, and now I do and you don wanna go?
me: I want to, but I'm kinda tired and have laundry to do and dishes to wash.
him: So what? Lets go anyway.
me: ::sigh:: ok, let's go...

One stop at the store, drive to the park, twisted tea from a solo cup, cheese-filled hot dog, salad from a bag, setting sun, contented little boy, happy dog, and grinning husband later...I was so glad we went.

















Our little excursion tonight made me think, why don't we drop everything for family nights in the park more often? What is is about house work that draws me in like a vortex and holds me against my will? Where are my priorities anyway??

So here's to more evenings in the park, just the four of us...laughing together and loving each other... here's to one more month of summer, and drinking it in for all its worth.