I may be retired, which to some people means old, but I’ll never be too old to love my wife and to be excited in her presence.  We just enjoyed 11 days of sunshine together in Maui.  To her it was a vacation but to me just another day of freedom.  While we were both working, we always celebrated mid-week by going to a new restaurant.  We call it Date Night, and some things don’t change even with my retirement.  She is still working, and probably will continue with her career for the next five or six years.  Date Night is how we reconnect, as our lives scatter in different directions every day with the demands of work, family, and home.  Here’s my little tribute to Date Night written several years ago when I was still a working man:

 

Date Night 

 

Middle of the week,

Just seemed right.

Schedule a dinner,

Each Wednesday night.

.

Hump Day,

Friday in sight.

Let’s celebrate,

Weekend? Not quite.

.

Break the routine,

Sit side-by-side.

Taste this and that,

From healthy to fried.

.

Hold hands,

Between bites.

There should be,

More Date Nights.

.

A plan is in place,

To try them all.

We’re booked ahead,

Until next fall.

.

We could sit at home,

Watch “Diners and Dives.”

But put some romance,

Back into our lives.

.

Away from work,

Just me and you.

It divides the week,

Exactly in two.

.

The best part of all,

I love who I’m with.

Date Night always ends,

With a special kiss.

.

Though sad it’s over,

We can’t deny.

But when we wake up,

Tomorrow’s Friday.

.

It doesn’t matter,

Where we dine.

It’s time together,

By design.

.

It’s pretty clear,

No one likes Monday,

But with one day to go,

Life’s better on Tuesday.

.

Unlike a birthday,

You don’t wait all year.

It’s finally Wednesday,

And Date Night is here.

.

Copyright 2012 johnstonwrites.com