It works!

So my husband and I got about four hours alone yesterday. A friend watched our daughter while we took a short walk at the Morton Arboretum and then went to see the new Wes Anderson flick. Our time together wasn't particularly lovey. In fact, it wasn't very lovey at all. There was a little perfunctory hand holding during the walk and the movie, and we both got to talk about why we didn't like the movie, but it didn't feel like any old "gee I remember why I like you so much" sparks were kindling.

But I'll be damned if we weren't all chatty today when he called me at work to tell me what she'd been up to that morning. We got through a whole conversation without talking about what we'd heard on NPR that day. Score.