Actual Adults

So apparently I still remember how to put on a real dress and actual shoes that aren’t sneakers. Who knew?

Actual Adults

Marcus’s mom came over to watch Sophie so we could have our first proper Valentine’s dinner as married people. I forgot how nice it feels to get dressed up for each other instead of just throwing on whatever’s clean and doesn’t have spit-up on it.

We went to this Italian place downtown that we definitely can’t afford on the regular, but Marcus said “it’s Valentine’s Day and we’re doing this right.” He looked so handsome in his button-down that I almost forgot he spent twenty minutes this morning trying to figure out why the coffee maker wasn’t working. (It wasn’t plugged in.)

Sophie was an angel for Grandma Patty, naturally. She saves all her screaming for us. We made it through an entire dinner without discussing diaper brands or debating whether that sound she made this morning was a real word. It was perfect.