The days are long. But weeks seem to fly. Months zip by. Years? Forget about it. For so long I've been promising myself that I'll find an awesome way to spend regularly scheduled solo time with my daughter who, shockingly is about to turn 7. It's been a busy time chez moi and as I'm scrambling to figure out life, there it is, quietly whizzing by.

This morning I decided that if afternoons don't work on a regular basis, how about early evenings? And so tonight my daughter and I stepped out for our first (weekly) date night. Wow, dining al fresco after this crazy winter was an absolute delight. I sat across the table from my gal and tried to drink it all in... the details of her day, the science experiment with magnets, the new game at recess, her people watching commentary. It's been so long since I've been out to dinner with her as just a twosome. I *missed* her even though we live in the same home and spend time together regularly. Somehow sharing a meal outside of home is different. Mostly I'm glad to have been able to let go of the comfort of routine to seize this opportunity with her and am very much looking forward to the next one.