a date on the deck

Friday night after the kids go to bed we can slip away to the porch swing and clink our bottles together. We can talk about anything we want to because there aren't any little ears around to hear, and their aren't any little mouths around to interrupt.  We can sit comfortably in silence as we sway back and forth.  Or, we can erupt into crazy laughter as we threaten to bring back younger days with a skinny dip in our pool- under the cover of darkness of course.  I love when you leg bumps up next to mine and when your hand finds its way under my hair to the back of my neck.  The ease of being "not young" and "not old" make this such a sweet time together.  When the sun goes down we linger in the breezy dusk- not wanting to be the first one to suggest going inside.  We sit a little closer, and I tuck my hands under your warm arm. Eventually my head finds its way to your shoulder and it is quiet.  We wonder why we spend so much time behind the screens of the televisions or laptops, and vow to spend more time outside with the sounds of the quieting birds, crickets and the neighboring sprinklers. 

The comfortable-ness of together-ness is grand despite our simple surroundings. Meet you on the deck tonight...