My husband and I went out on Saturday night.

This so rarely happens, I couldn’t even tell you the last time it did.

We went out to dinner at a Middle Eastern restaurant, enjoyed a concert which was giddily fun, then headed home, had sex, and crashed out.

Sometimes, we have these moments where it feels like everything is going to be just fine.

But they, too, are rare.

So I’m going to enjoy it for what it was: a fun night out.