My wife and I always enjoyed having a
few drinks out on carport on Friday nights. We would play some
tunes, fire up the grill, and crack open a beer as we enjoyed the end
of a long week.
So last night, as the dark clouds rolled through and it began to thunder, we headed out to enjoy the cooling temps and
the sound of the rain that has been so rare this summer.
I grabbed a beer and my wife made a
virgin Bloody Mary, we were going to re-live our pre-pregnancy glory
days. Watching our dog play outside in the downpour, we smiled at
each other, enjoying our crazy ways. Just like old times, we were
partying on a Friday night. (It was 6:30)
And then it
happened, at some point after finishing that first beer, I looked
over at my wife, who was literally barefoot and pregnant at the
moment while I sat in my chair sipping on a beer. I felt like a such
a cliché.
We went inside and
made dinner, as I decided against a second beer. We ended our
Friday night on the couch watching Netflix before falling asleep by
10pm. Yeah, we're as crazy as ever.
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