Last weekend, my husband and I were on our way to drop the kids off at my parent’s house for a few days when our wedding song came on the radio.
I looked over at him and smiled. “How perfect to kick the weekend off with this song.”
We’d been looking forward to having some time alone.
“What song?” my daughter asked from the back seat, stopping the game of stuffed-animal-tug-o-war she’d been playing with her brother.
“This is the song Daddy and I had at our first dance at our wedding.” I turned the radio up.
John Michael Montgomery sang… “And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh…”
“Will I have to dance at my wedding?” my son asked. “I don’t like dancing.”
“No, but by the time you get married, you’ll probably want to.” I smiled and settled in to listen to the lyrics.
“We should watch our wedding video this weekend,” I told my husband. He nodded and reached over and grabbed my hand.
“If you sent your wedding video to America’s Funniest Home Videos and won money for it, could you buy me a new spy set?” my son asked.
Not wanting to get into a conversation right then (I had a SONG to listen to), I humored him, “Sure.”
I squeezed my husband’s hand and thought about our wedding day and that first dance…
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the kids start pulling on each other’s animals again.
And then there was a shout.
“Mom! She pulled the thread out of Chestnut’s ear! Now it’s hanging.”
I turned around. Sure enough, one of his ears was longer than the other…
“I didn’t mean to,” my daughter said. “It was an accident. We were playing.”
My son reached over to grab her bear. “I’m gonna get Brownie’s ear too.”
“Guys!” I said. “Leave each other’s animals alone. And be quiet, please.”
I desperately wanted to hear the last part of the song.
“Mom? If you were me, would you pull Chestnut’s other ear to match, or would you fix this one?” my son asked. “Which do you think would look better?”
“Either way,” I said, not even turning around. “Now, no more questions. I’m trying to listen to this song.”
“Do you think I should pull the other ear?” I heard him ask my daughter.
“I would,” she said. “Here, let me see it.”
“Just let me see it.”
“No! He’s mine.”
And then there were stuffed animals flying in the back seat.
“If you guys don’t stop throwing those around,” my husband said, “I’m taking them and putting them in the front. I’m trying to drive.”
For a sweet minute, all was quiet.
Except for the last part of our song.
Which I relished…
“I looove the way you love me …”
As soon as it was over, though, Chestnut and Brownie flew up in the air again.
“That’s it,” my husband said. “Hand them up here.”
And somehow I started my romantic weekend with my husband…
with two stuffed animals in my lap.
p.s. We still had a great time, and thanks to my parents, so did the kids!