With the little ones ruling our house, I daily anticipate the time we spend together after they’re in bed. (I love our kids and hanging out with them, but I also like having time just for us.) While most of our evenings consist in caring for our newborn or knocking stuff off the to-do list or cleaning, sometimes–just sometimes–we simply hang out. And when this happens, I feel a little nastolgia for our first year of marriage, when we hung out every evening, delighting in each other, while the dishes piled up and the to-do list grew. Last night brought me back to that time. We’ve been working hard lately, so I wanted to give us some rest. I told you that you could pick any movie you felt like watching and we’d watch it together. You chose Captain America. To my surprise, our newborn fell asleep before we put the older ones to bed. So, we snuggled under a blanket together and watched a science experiment from Brooklyn save the world from a monster even Hitler feared. For all I cared, we could’ve watched Tinky Winky and Laa-Laa roll in the grass to the coos and giggles of a creepy sun-baby. I enjoyed just being with you. If this act of love blessed you the way it did me, then I’d consider it a huge success.