Nate and I went out togehter, alone, for the first time in months! It wasn't even planned since we were suppose to go to the River Ruckus with some friends. Unfortunately or fortunately, however you look at it, they couldn't attend so it was just us. People always say how important it is to continue to date your spouse and we have always been really good about spending quality time toether. However, the past couple of months, date night just kept getting pushed to the back burner. So off we went to the outdoor concert. I wont lie I was nervous, what if we had nothing to talk about or what if we didn't have any fun!
I should have known better than to worry. It was suprising how much it felt like going on a date for the first time, after so many months without. We stood oustide in the hot summer night and enjoyed some really great bands and people watched. Really, rednecks are the best kinds of people to watch, friendly and funny all in one. We weren't separated by talking to our friends or running off with other people. We were connected most of the night and it was really refreshing and relaxing.
Nate kept commenting on all the younger girls' outfits, claiming he would never let Cece leave the house like that and I had to keep reminding him that these girls were well into adulthood and their parents probably lost control over what they wore out years ago. He still grumbled about it, which compelled me to say a little prayer for Cece to have patience with her Daddy in the coming years.
Halway through the night we were standing and watching the show and there was a young couple in front of us. They were either to young to drink or were choosing not to, as they didn't have any over 21 bracelets on and had no beer in sight. Nate made a comment about how the kid must have really like that girl, since he was swaying back and forth and trying his best to dance with her. He wasn't bad by any means but he was definitely outside of his comfort zone. This boy was country, Nate knew since you could tell by how worn his boots were.
The girl was lovely, blonde hair pulled back and she had a ball cap on. She was just as in to him, as she never left his side, even while she was dancing along to the music. She never waivered from his side and only danced for his attention. They were both completely enjoying themselves and were not aware of others around them.
It got darker and a new band came on and Nate and I would laugh every now and then when the kid would get bashful and the girl egged him on to continue letting her dance. A few minutes later, I realized that the boy had his flashlight on his phone on and was attempting to put her bra strap back on while trying to shield everyone from what was happening. Nothing was inappropriate about it, her ( I'm assuming) was one of those strapless bras, were you can change the straps to either racer back or halter? You know girls what I'm talking about. Anyway, this poor boy was having a hell of a time trying to keep his light up to see and then trying to get the darn strap looped back into the hook. I walked a few steps forward and reach out and touched his shoulder. I asked him to hold the light up for me so I could fix the strap. He looked at me for a second and she had turned her head to see what was going on. What confirmed for me that he was definitely in to this girl, was when he looked up and asked if it was okay, that I fixed her strap. He wasn't my boy but if I was his Mama, I would be pretty proud of him. She was fine with me helping and within seoncds I had fixed her strap and had walked back to Nate, who was smiling.
There was an older couple standing next to us, and the big guy was laughing and said "Lucky." I knew he was kidding but his wife was smiling appreciatively at me anyway. The young couple turned around after laughing at the situtaiton and thanked me several times. I waved them off as it was truly nothing. However, Nate and I kept tabs on them the rest of the night; we called them the John Deer couple since they both had John Deer hats on. They were most definetly young and in love. Young love, it really is something to experience.
Nate and I met when I was 19 years old, we married by the time I was 21 and had Cece when I was 23 and Arlo came around right after my 26th birthday. Life has gone quickly, now looking down the barrel of my 29th year I was really proud to be standing where I was, next to the man I have been sharing my life with for almost 10 years. I hope that young couple have many years together and that they remember that night and all the fun they had, bra incendent and all.
Isn't it funny how you make small connections with people and those connections will stay seared into your brain as you go through life. I'm sure I will always remember that incident and that couple, mainly because they reminded me of such a fun time in my life. I wonder if the girl will remember the woman who fixed her bra strap, that one night she dragged her boyfriend to River Ruckus so she could dance for hours in the hot summer night. I wonder if any of my children will have similar nights when they are older? If so, I hope they conduct themselves in a similar manner. I hope they remember that time is fleeting and that soon they will be older, with responsibilities and commitments. That sometimes you just have to dance around, even if you aren't sure of it, and laugh. That is what makes life so good. Those are the memories that will get you through your rough years and help you end up on the happier side of things.
Date night, it's never boring. Of course life with Nate rarely is.
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