The Village Press

I love marriage for the same reason I love the weather, it is always changing.  It is not always perfect and the bitter times make the better times shine even brighter.  

With that said...

This week was brutal.  A tense husband, two wild animals for children, and a full moon on the rise!

I sent an email to a friend Friday afternoon.  I explained that I would be over later that day to deliver some goods unless, that is, if I decided rather to pack my bags and run off to Paris for a Frenchman and a danish...  

I was seriously considering it.

You know what she did?  She picked up my children!  And she fed them!  And put them to bed!

I knew Mr. Witt wanted to take me on a romantic date, I also knew I was annoying him to no end.  So I gave him a kiss...

and he couldn't help but soften.

then we went out.  for the first time in what seems like forever. and it was so FUN!

We ordered dank Vermont beer and a delicious red and we sat fireside...

Then came the Vermont maple rosemary bar nuts, to die for...

We then ordered a cheese board that has the ability  to melt the world  away.  Three wonderful cheese choices, all locally made.  The apple butter and toasted almonds pair perfectly.  This is the very reason I want to marry Vermont.

Then a romantic stroll, down a twinkling Church Street, to cap the evening.

Marriage restored.

 Now, it would be so nice if the story ended this way.  BUT we still had to spend the rest of the weekend together.  Painting the loft of all things.  Matt is a taper and an edger and I am an open the paint as fast as you can, get the color on the roller, and slap it on kind of gal.  It drives him insane.  I also like to put the furniture back while he is still in the process of painting (can you say OCD), and that makes his face turn red.  I also like to point and laugh at him as much as possible, so when he got tons of paint in his flowing locks (because of my moving the furniture while he wasn't looking) I was hysterical...he was not.

Not to worry.  We finished late Sunday.  Crawled our weary bodies into bed.  We cheersed our life, him with a ruby ale and me with a WATER... and kissed.  Then we watched the office and shared a tear over the departure of Michael Scott.