Missy and I went on a date last night.
We've been married for nine, almost 10 years now. We've known one another closer to 15 years. It doesn't matter. The special magic that got us together is still here, still strong.
We bought movie tickets to go see Fifty Shades Darker. Missy got her hair cut earlier in the day, super short, in a manner I find adorably cute, really sexy, and kind of toppy looking. I put on a nice shirt and sweater. We drove towards the theater, and picked a restaurant at random. (It was a Brazilian steak place we had never been to before, and it was magnificent.)
As we drove, we talked about our lives. What we had that we liked, what we want in future. How we loved one another, how the other relationships we have in our life together make us so happy.
After our fantastic dinner, we headed over to the theater. The movie was entertaining and really quite filthy in the best way. We held hands, each of us squeezing the other's hand when something particularly intense or arousing to either of us happened on screen.
It was romantic. It was wonderful.
I love her.