It's The Small Things...

Last week was a bad week for me. I felt like I was one of those punching bags

and thing after thing was throwing me a hit. Friday was the last straw.

That was a double whammy kind of punch day. 

I got home from work that night, looking forward to 

some awesomely mind stimulatingtv (the Kardashians!), ice cream and my Texan. 

But when I got home he was no where to 

be found. Then I went to the bathroom and out he popped from the window.

PAUSE

We live on the second floor of a lovely house. In our bathroom is this huge 

window that if you open leads out onto our fire escape.

Ever since reading this story, all I wanted to do was have a date night on our 

fire escape.

The Texan wasn't so easy to persuade however. 

Fire escape, wine, candles, yep doesn't exactly scream date night in his mind, 

screams FIRE ALCOHOL FALLING OFF FIRE ESCAPE

in his mind.

BACK TO STORY

When I crawled out our bathroom window what lay before me was my dream date night.

The Texan had pillows placed along our fire escape, 

candles set up the steps and wine. 

He knew how much I wanted to do this, and given the terrible week I'd had, 

put his own pprehensiveness to fire escape date night, 

on the shelf and set up the most romantic 

little setting for our Friday night date night.

See, it's the little things in life that put the smile back on your face, and remind you 

there is still hope where you see failure.

I love my Texan