My husband and I have had more date nights in the last four months than we have over the last six years of marriage...or at least the last five (I spent our first year pregnant with our son so we may have had a date or two). A wonderful thing about small towns or rural areas in general is that teens still babysit.
When we lived close to a metro area, a majority of girls, once they reached 16 anyway, worked in the city. There were very few babysitters and those that were around were not available very often. And living hours from family took the grandparent card right out of the equation.
So here we are, with an abundance of babysitters, and what's more, a mom stopped me the other day to let me know that her daughter is turning 13 this month and would like to babysit my kids. (can you hear the angels singing, too?) Between grandpa needing a grandkid fix and these sitters, I'd say my husband and I have a chance to put a little more friendship...if not romance...back into our lives. And maybe, just maybe, we'll find something to talk about other than our kids.
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