Lunch date in Chatham, MA
My parents are in town for a few weeks and offered to take the kids for the night. We were so exhausted that we just came home and watched Wolf of Wall Street [meh] in bed that evening, but today we drove out to Chatham for some scenery and lunch. A dense fog replaced the heavy rains we've been getting this weekend, so we could only see a few dozen feet in front of us. It was warmer though, and felt amazing to be without kids for 24 hours. We had clam chowder, lobster bisque, and sandwiches at The Squire in town. We picked up some lobster shaped candy across the street, because when they sell candy in the shape of a lobster, you buy it. Then we took the scenic way home, passing through little fishing villages and pausing to admire the beautiful cedar shingle homes. We laughed about what's "normal" here when it comes to square footage, and briefly talked about whether or not we could handle being landlocked in our forever home someday.
Although heavy fog is no fun when you're hoping to get some peaceful harbor pictures, it's also calming and eerie in a good way. We were the only people wandering the harbor this morning; us and one authoritative seagull waiting for the fishing fleet to begin operations again after a long winter. We ignored "Private Property" signs to walk out onto the beach, and I told the Sailor about what could be seen beyond the fog during the clear, late summer afternoons. The Sailor and I see each other every day, and sleep together every night, but sometimes I feel like it's been weeks since we really looked at each other. Days like this are so important, no matter how many years you've been together or what your circumstances are.