This afternoon, though, I got to take a break from real life and have a Nicholas Sparks kind of day. Rex had a ton of studying to do for a test tomorrow and I had stacks of paper to grade. On a crazy whim, Rex and I decided to go have a picnic in the park. Forget all of our work - we wanted to have a picnic. Who does that these days? I felt dumb even as we were getting ready. A picnic in the park? Like, with a blanket and sandwiches and a picnic basket? Well, let me go get my bonnet and feed the horses before we go.
It was a beautiful day - one of those days where the air smells like spring and the wind is just cool enough to keep the sun from baking your skin. Rex and I spread out our blanket under some trees, and it honestly felt like no one else was around - just us and our dogs. The clouds floated lazily by. Our sandwiches tasted delicious. The dogs played well with each other. It was a perfect afternoon. Elvis rolled around in the grass, and Rex and I started laughing at him at the same time. Then we turned and smiled at each other because it was fun that we laughed at the same time, and it felt friendly and romantic and really pathetically cliched all at the same time. I guess only Nicholas Sparks can only do justice to moments like that. They're obnoxious to read about, but fun to live through. The pug got tangled around a tree-trunk, and Rex went and gingerly untangled her so that she could play better with Elvis. He then turned to me and said, "You know, I've never told anyone this...but I really do love pugs."
Okay... I made that last part up about Rex admitting his love for pugs. Sorry, I got a little carried away. He didn't admit his love for pugs (yet), but the rest of that paragraph was true. He did help our foster Nora get untangled. I didn't even have to tell him to help her, either, so deep down he cares about her a little bit.
Anyway, it was a great Sunday afternoon. I guess maybe Mr. Sparks isn't so ridiculous after all.
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