As you know, one of my personal goals for 2012 was to plan 12 great date nights. Last night was one of those nights. We met some friends at a very nice restaurant for dinner and then went to see The Civil Wars at the Paramount Theater. Amazing, right?
Then, we headed to the concert at one of the most beautiful theaters I've ever been in. The opening act was AMAZING! Seriously check them out, The Staves. Then The Civil Wars came out and they rocked it. One of my favorite concerts. They're so good. And the whole time I'm sitting there thinking about what a complete jerk I've been to my sweet husband all night and how this should have been a great night seeing one of our favorite groups perform live, and I'm ruining it. Of course we're in the middle of a sold out performance, so it's not like I can lean over and apologize and try to make things right. It just sucked.
We had both been looking so forward to this night. We paid our babysitter a lot of money to enjoy some time together, and we didn't really enjoy it.
Why did I do this? Honestly, I have no idea. That's a lie. I have an idea. I haven't read my Bible in a few days and my attitude with everyone has been foul. I'm short tempered, I'm cranky, I'm miserable to be around. Notice the lack of blog posts this week? Yeah, there's a reason. I'm in no mood to air my crappy crapfest to anyone.
We got home late and went to bed. We got up this morning and went our separate ways. I've got major repairs to do tonight to our relationship, but I'm not going to bed until they're done. My husband deserves so much better from me. He is my best friend, my biggest supporter, my warrior, my prince charming, my rock and roll heart throb. And I'm his...well, last night I was his adversary. I tore him down and stomped on him. I love this man of mine and he's worth every apology I need to make, worth every tear I'll probably shed, worth every bit of me, and worth so much more.