I love date night.
The knowledge that it’s a Friday night and I get to trade my spit stained outfits for something from my previous baby mom cupboard to wow papa bear with as he walks through the door.
I go the whole hog..
Hair,make up, outfit and most importantly venue.
This week I really wanted to recreate one of our first dates …a supreme picnic on the beach but with a broken ankle, bad weather and baby this wasn’t going to be easy.
Never defeated I sent my older two boys on a food hunt ,phoned my adult daughter to drop off a decent bottle of wine and faster than you could say baby breathe I wipped up a small bed picnic to enjoy.
The smile on papa bears face was worth every bit of effort.