Dating Again...

Matt and I went running together on this windy, balmy night. All elements point to the romantic. Matt with his flashlight and pepper spray (I'm kidding, I made him leave it home), and me whistling Dixie. No two people have ever been so opposite, and gotten along so well.

My mom is here all week from sunny Florida (she's lying around reading books, asking us how we live in such cold), and Sam is loving the bonus attention. He's potty trained (except not completely at night) and he's only been two for two weeks. Not only does he go in the potty, but then he flushes it all down the big potty, and cleans it out with water. Everyone just shakes their head in amazement.

Matt and I had a great date last weekend: St. Elmo's and Nicky Blaine's, and it makes me miss living downtown. Oh, the stories I have about downtown... Wow, several just came to mind. I think back to Matt courting me in my downtown flat while he was still living at Geist. I still cherish that entire time in our lives. Up, down (sneak, sneak), bad, good, great. I knew the minute I saw Matt that we'd be riding out a few storms together. Don't all the romantic relationships begin in crisis?

Going out Thusday night on another date while grandmom stays with Sam. Matt and I are dating again, and I love it! It's good to date your husband. He's leaving for Puerto Rico soon to surf. I gave him permission to surf with the hottest blonde babe he can find, just so he doesn't surf alone. I noticed "Surfing" magazine show up in our post today - he's a kid - I love it.

I'm planning a trip back out to Colorado, and gonna try to catch the Hip...maybe in Dallas. I really hate Texas, but I must do what I must do when completely committed to music.

Loving life, and currently decorating Sam's big boy room.