A weekend or two ago, Bunny and I had a real treat. My mom was out of town with friends for the weekend so we had the house to ourselves. It was probably the most refreshing thing that's happened in awhile, even though I was still in the grip of a really deep fatigue and we literally spent half the weekend sleeping.
There were lots of lovely things we did but perhaps the best was a dinner at home. It's been a long time since we've had a dinner at home, just the two of us. Usually my mom's around (note: this is not a complaint) and so dinner revolves around trying to have something ready when she gets home from work, or whatever she's made or requested. Which is fine, but it's not how we're used to doing things and we end up eating at times that we otherwise wouldn't, and things that we'd otherwise prefer not to.
So Bunny got it in his head that it was a good day to make a big dinner at home for the two of us, and who was I to argue. We went shopping for special ingredients, and because we'd slept in till noon and had a very late lunch we didn't start cooking until after nine. We were able to eat super late for no other reason than we wanted to. That was a treat. Then while I was making up some spicy green beans to go with the steak (a take on these beans, in fact) I decided that it was time to up the ante. So we cleared off the table, gathered a handful of candles and got some nice, matching cutlery out. Turned the tv off and just focused on being with each other over our meal.
It's the little things like that which have such an impact on a relationship in my mind. Choosing to cuddle on the couch while we're reading that than going to separate corners of the room. Having very different hobbies, but finding ways to do them in the same space, at the same time when possible. Making a point to be good to each other and focus on each other, even if it's just over a simple dinner.