It was just our 2nd season of bowling. It was our adult time. Our friday out. Something to do away from the kids for a few hours. It was always a good time. And we weren’t all that bad either.
Living in the city, bowling was close to the bottom of our list of things to do. But with kids, living in the burbs, bowling quickly moved on up (really anything that could give us a break was something we would consider).
That last night @ bowling. The Friday before. It was only our 2nd or 3rd week this season with a whole summer full of Friday nights at the alley to come. Yeah, maybe a little dorky and certainly not our crowd, but it was our Friday and our time together.
It was obvious, and anyone there would have agreed, how very much in love we were. Regardless of all the other crap going on, we were madly in love. We were flirting up a storm. 9 years in and things were great. We were exhausted though. 2 kids. Multiple jobs just to try and make ends meet. But we did whatever we could to put all that in the back of our minds. We were probably going to wait a year or two for baby number 3 (even though we weren’t preventing per se), because 2 is tough, but we lived life as much as we could and were looking forward to the next 50+ years together.
Little did we know that everything would come to screaching halt just 4 days later. If we only could have known.