Some husbands whisper sweet nothings in their wife’s ear.
But, last week, while we sat and folded a giant pile of laundry together, he said something that spoke straight to my heart.
Something just plain lovely.
Something that took my breath away and widened my smile:
“Hey…we should see if your parents want to babysit this weekend so we can go to Ikea.”
Swoon. You had me at Ikea.
And so we went. Saturday night we headed up north to Richmond, with a plan to wander leisurely through my happy place kid-free, and then follow it up with some Chinese food. (Great resource for Richmond restaurant recommendations can be found here and here. And, for info about a must-do food-related summer thing to do in Richmond, read this.)
We weren’t after anything in particular, aside from wanting to check out their nightstands in person (sign that we aren’t quite yet fully-functioning adults: our current nightstands are second-hand TV trays).
As it turns out, Ikea was kind of a bust and was eerily quiet for a Saturday. We learned later it was due to this — we had no idea at the time.
Since it was gorgeous weather (and, since we are true PNWers who suffer from SIPNWG) we bagged our plans to eat Chinese food indoors.
Instead we drove to one of our favorite Vancouver spots, got seated at THE BEST TABLE IN THE WORLD, and said cheers with two pints of Granville Island Brewery Honey Lager.
Check out the view from our perch on their rooftop patio:
And on the drive back, just when I didn’t think things could get much better, he posed the ultimate Iknowyousowellandloveyousomuch question:
“Should we go to Menchies before we head home?”
Double swoon with cookie dough bites on top.
Side note: if you know me in real life you may be aware that I gave up dessert and soda for Lent. There are some things I’m willing to make an exception for — frozen yogurt with my husband is one of them.