December Date: Christmas Ambiance & Jammies.

For this month’s date night, I knew P.J. had big plans. Huge. Because nothing says Let’s Paint The Town like a 38 Week pregnant wife.

So after we got the girls off to sleep, we settled into our lovely, non-toy-crazy living room (with the tree and non-kid decorations)…and sat there. It was lovely.

We ordered food from a terrific little Middle Eastern place up the street…and may have overdone it: kufta and shawarma sandwiches, grape leaves, baba ghanouj, kibbeh (deep-fried meat shells stuffed with more MEAT!), and a feta and olive salad. Plus some bread. Lots of bread.

It was just our little nighttime snack.

We gorged ourselves, we listened to Nat King Cole’s Christmas album (followed by the Charlie Brown Christmas album) and then- OH THEN- we snuggled under blankets while P.J. read to me.

THE MAN READ TO ME.

I had never started the Redwall series by Brian Jacques- a personal favorite of young P.J.- and so I blissfully allowed myself the unheard-of pleasure of being the bedtime story listener for once.

And yeah, I may have broken the spell a few times to grab a handful of food or two.

But all of that? Mixed with the glow from the tree and the soothing tunes coming from our ancient stereo…

…Made me realize I’ve spent a year “dating” the perfect guy.

I may just keep him.

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Wanna catch up on P.J.’s gift of a year of dates? (Of course you do.)