Over the weekend, my Hubster and I went to a friend’s wedding. We left the girls with his family. We drove up and up to the top of a winery at the edge of the city. The view was gorgeous. It made for the perfect setting for an evening wedding. Lights were twinkling everywhere. The lights strung above the dance floor. The lights of the city below.
My Hubster and I were without our phones. I left mine in the car because I had forgotten a purse to bring to the wedding. My Hubster had to turn his off to save the smidge of charge that was left, so we could navigate our way home.
It was so lovely to not have our phones. We could be completely in the moment. We weren’t taking pictures of everything. We weren’t checking to see if we got any calls or texts about the girls. We weren’t looking at pictures of the girls.
Instead, we laughed with each other. We spent time remembering our wedding day. Thinking how much has changed since seven years ago. Thankfully, there have been so many good things.
I don’t have any pictures of us, our friends or the sweet couple. I will remember the way my Hubster smiled at me and put his arm around me as we watched the couple dance their first dance. I will remember the sound of my Hubster laughing with one of his closest friends from high school. I will remember how happy the newlyweds looked all evening. Of course, I will remember the glow of all of those twinkling lights.