I know I’ve written about the husband on Project Optimism before, but he does make me pretty happy so I suppose he deserves another round.
Exactly 16 years ago right now I was walking in the cold to the movie theater with a boy I had had a crush on since the beginning of the semester. For some reason I thought baggy jeans, worn Airwalk sneakers, and a green Adidas coat was proper first date attire. I blame the 90s.
We saw Boogie Nights. After playing a game of pool at his fraternity house the conversation went like this.
Me: So what are we seeing?
Him: I thought we could see Boogie Nights.
Me: Isn’t that, like, a porn?
Him (emphatically): No.
But apparently baggy jeans and sneakers and movies about porn is just the way we roll because here we are, 16 years later, living the dream. Even after getting big grown-up jobs, even after saying “I do” and getting that magical piece of paper, even after having two little boys, the magic is still there. Sometimes it’s a little hard to find. It might be hidden under sleepless nights and ridiculous arguments and housework and worries and homework but it’s always there.