Green Fries + a Fresh Start
It was 3:30 p.m., and we were sitting in a booth at a local restaurant. It has always been one of our favorite places — kid-friendly, good food, never terribly busy. Sean was hungry, having missed lunch, and while I had a late lunch, I still found a couple small munchies on the menu to occupy my fingers and mouth while he ate. We placed our orders.
It’s days like today I really appreciate and am proud of myself for making the effort to wake up early. It’s nice to leave work at 3 p.m., knowing I’ve put in my time. It’s still not without a little pang of guilt, though. Old, overworking habits die hard, I suppose.
The food took abnormally long to come, and we didn’t have much to say. It would seem awkward, but we’ve grown used to it. We ran out of things to talk about a long time ago. I mean really meaningful things. We still talk about essential things like money and kids and needing to get new tires for the minivan. But somewhere along the line, we stopped talking about everyday things like church services, work, grocery shopping. And God only knows the last time we dreamed together or cried together or laughed together.