Yet another reason to love the ice rink

Okay, so those of you who aren't into the mushy love stuff might want to skip this entry. But I have to blog about it, because it's just too sweet not to.
Yesterday I was having one of those days where the kids are going nuts and my head was starting to spin ... yeah, kinda like that girl on the Exorcist. Sometimes, as I'm sure even the best of mothers can verify, three kids (heck, even one kid) can be enough to make you want to jump out a window.
So what did my darling hubby do? He arranged for a sitter, kidnapped me for an hour and took me ice skating.
Now some might say -- One hour: That's hardly any time ... or ... Ice skating: Not especially romantic... but I would have to disagree.
One hour feels like a week-long vacation when you've had a rough day. And ice skating? Well, that's how my grandmother snared my grandpa, so it's romantic enough for me. Also, Nate and I had never gone skating together before.
We drove to Cleveland Park, and it was so late that we were the only people there ... the warming shack was closed and the lights over the "rink" were off, so it was quite dark. But you got used to it after a minute and the stars just seemed that much brighter. We had a blast, skating around, racing, throwing snowballs, tossing each other into the snow banks and just having some good old fashioned fun. I don't think I've had that much fun in one hour all winter. Thanks so much sweetheart!