As I mentioned last week, I had wanted to expand more on the section titled REMEMBER WHY IT’S WORTH IT. (If you have no idea what I’m talking about, just hop back a few days and see the post I wrote last week to catch up with us.) I decided to use this week’s post to do just that.

Last Thursday evening, Ryan and I were going out to dinner. Generally we try to eat at home during the week, but we’d both had crazy days, so I requested a fun night out to dinner.

I was thinking maybe a trip to the plaza or somewhere a little more fancy and exciting aka ANYWHERE OUTSIDE OF THIS TOWN WE LIVE IN.  Ryan was tired from work (he does hard manual labor and comes home tired in every possible way) so while he agreed to eating out, he wanted to stay in this town we live in.

Brief time out to explain: We live in Warrensburg, Missouri, which probably means nothing to most of you reading this. It’s a small town about an hour east of Kansas City. I grew up living a little closer to bigger cities, but when we got married we moved to Ryan’s hometown. I enjoy the people we live around and even our wonderful home here, but the town and location have provided some minor adjustments for me. Anyway, all of this to say – sometimes I can be a bit of baby about this inconvenience to my social life.   And last Thursday night was one of those instances.

So I begged.  And I pleaded.  And I huffed and puffed and tried to convince Ryan that we’d have so much more fun traveling west for some different dining experiences… even going as far to say, “I mean, I just don’t feel excited when I walk in any of the restaurants here.” (I know, I know—I’m a bit ridiculous.)

But Ryan wasn’t budging, so with a pout on my face, I walked into Rib Crib expecting the worst.  And then the hostess seated us ALL THE WAY IN THE VERY CORNER. I mean seriously. It was almost as if she knew I wanted to be at a more exciting place, so my punishment was to be sat in the back desolate corner.

So naturally, being true to the whiny girl I came in as, I pointed out how un-exciting our booth was. But Ryan, being all that is my favorite, had a sly little grin on his face and asked me oh-so-sweetly if I’d like to move to a more exciting table. (And I know what you’re thinking—“Tables are exciting and less exciting??” And the answer is yes. Yes, they are.)

Forgetting for a minute that I was supposed to be a complete brat, I smiled and said I’d love to move to a more exciting table and maybe even promised Ryan something that I won’t mention here (HEY- we’re newlyweds, I can say that lol) if he made the move happen.

Perhaps wanting to see my part of the deal held up, but also just because this is the kind of man I married, Ryan flags down our poor waitress and starts, “Umm, okay, well my wife here… see she was looking forward to an EXCITING evening and well… this booth isn’t quite what she had in mind.”  The waitress, being quite fun herself, laughed and goes, “Would you like to move to the middle of the restaurant maybe?”

And so through TEARS of laughter, we pick up our drinks, silverware, and appetizer to move to a MORE EXCITING seat!!!!  I mean, I was laughing so hard that I could barely walk. It was the kind of laughter that HURTS. My side hurt, my back hurt, and tears were streaming down my face at a speed I knew not possible.

But I think that is what love is all about. When one of you is being a whiny, ridiculous baby, the other one is right there by your side—not to always  give in, but to make the very most of where you’re at. Even if it is Warrensburg, Missouri.