hunky and i continue the courting into our third year of marital happy.

we adhere to a strict date night rule.

{basically only that we have one, once a week}

me and him. him and me. face to face. well, more like my forehead to his chest. he is rather tall, my fella.

he talks, i jabber, he listens, i devour, he laughs, i shriek.

he smiles. i melt.

and although he typically misses the fashion fabulousness i bring to our evening’s out,

he never neglects to make me feel choice and only.

maybe it was truffle oil frisée or the french fries with cinnamon ketchup?

but this weekend’s date night still has me blushing.