For the second time in 2 months, Darragh and I had a date night last night!
Had anyone explained the concept of date night to me several years ago, I would have nodded at them encouragingly, but secretly felt them sad and pathetic.

I remember the days of anticipating a date for several days. Wondering if you would hit it off. Imagining him funny and interesting. Envisioning talking and laughing all night and hoping the date would go on forever.

I did anticipate this date for days as it’s a rare treat that we get out on our own. Although I think we were both secretly hoping we were safely home and tucked into our beds by 11:00. Which we were.

We went to a little Moroccan place near us called Little Marrakech. I had been wanting to go for ages so it was a real treat. It looks quite small from the outside, but once inside there was a lovely dining room and really quirky and cool bar. The food was delicious! Quite unusual, as I always find Moroccan food. I had a baby chicken stuffed with nutmeg cous cous. What I loved about it was the cous cous was so sweet I felt like I was having dinner and dessert all in one! Darragh had a tangine which he quite enjoyed as well.

As we are finishing dinner and looking at the time, we contemplate if it’s too early to go home. Thankfully, Darragh decides on a coffee which draws the time out another 20 minutes (whew).  We then decide we are in ‘the zone’ now and can safely show our faces to the babysitter.

We meander home and gaze into all the pubs filled with revelers.
Several years ago, I could not have imagined these days of limited social life. Funny as it seems, I would not change it for the world!