Date day discoveries

Dates with my love make my heart happy. We have been pretty consistent in allocating time weekly to connect with one another whilst putting on hold ministry, work, class, the daily grind, and busyness of everyday life. The Mister oft remarks on how unabashedly giddy I am when we're on a date, which is pure truth. Even before we got married, he was adamant about weekly date nights; for his intentionality I am grateful. He also recently read this book, and has been purposefully planning impending date nights and mini getaways in order to foster our marriage. Last week's date was peachy keen because my love picked me up from work and off we went to patronize this summertide's dineLA at a refined French café downtown (if you're in the area, you must try dineLA before it ends this Friday!). Though noted for its visually appealing selection of creatively prepared dishes, fine dining is not my love's favorite because it usually means he gets three teeny slices of flank steak on his finely garnished plate. Good thing the al fresco ambience that afternoon, adjacent to the grandest, most colossal library we have ever laid our eyes upon, assuaged our appetites. I pass by it nearly every day but failed to notice it until then. As a bona fide book aficionado, the Mister was nearly skipping with joy as we ambled through six levels of the historic 1920s repository for literary masterpieces, or, as he calls it, his new fortress of solitude. Unprecedented date day discoveries are gratifying, indeed.