This week, Nathan and I accidentally had two breakfast dates, just the two of us! You see, we had planned to meet one of our pastors for breakfast…
On Thursday morning, we set an alarm and got out the door before either of our kids had woken up (with Grandma and Grandpa as babysitters) and drove 45 minutes to the agreed upon restaurant. We got a booth, ordered coffee (me, not him), and admired the menu (nutella crepes! eggs benedict! sticky bun french toast!). After about 10 minutes of waiting, Nathan reread the exchange of texts with the pastor and realized that breakfast was supposed to be on Friday morning. Oops. Whelp, what does one do when you’ve driven 45 minutes, already have coffee and babysitters? Order breakfast, of course! It. Was. Delicious. And time with my favorite man? Priceless.
On Friday morning, we set an alarm again and got out the door before either of our kids had woken up again (with Grandma and Grandpa as babysitters again) and drove 45 minutes to the agreed upon restaurant again. We got a booth again, ordered coffee again (me, not him), and admired the menu again (denver omlets! apple pancakes! migas frittatas!). After about 10 minutes of waiting, Nathan texted the pastor….and this time it was him who messed up. He had gotten busy working that morning and just forgot. We laughed together at our mutual mistakes, ours the day before, his that morning. Agreed on a different day to try to meet. And then we ordered breakfast! Breakfast dates are my favorite.
Nathan heads into surgery next week. Wednesday to be exact. So, he is facing several weeks of recovery. Our kids will be extra needy while Daddy is out of commission. We really don’t know what to expect, health-wise, for Nathan. And so I am extra grateful for our accidental breakfast dates this week. Maybe God knew we needed some extra time together before the weeks ahead.
He is a good, good Father.