Pie and Coffee

Did you know National Pie Day was Wednesday?

Back up. Did you even know there WAS a National Pie Day?

Well. There is. And it was Wednesday. You’re so welcome for the advance notice. {I actually didn’t know it myself until I saw it on Twitter. And you know if you see it on Twitter, it must be true.}

So I texted Ryan that morning to let him know we had a national holiday underway and asked if he’d maybe…you know…wanna celebrate with a pie date that night?

He. Said. YES.

Yes, I know we’re married, but there’s still something exhilarating about your love saying yes to your date invitation.

So we scurried through our dinner and got in the car to head to Bob Evans {ha!} for our National Pie Day date.

Y’all…it was such a lovely evening. There was a light snow falling – the kind that is beautiful because A) it looked like it came from a snow globe and 2) I wasn’t the one driving. We sat across from each other {because as has been previously established, Ryan HATES same side seating in a booth} and ordered our pie.

Dutch apple for me {sans the ala mode, which I really wanted but didn’t really want to pay for or consume calories for}.

Coconut cream for him {which had whipped cream on top and made me think I REALLY should have gotten that}.

And a cup of coffee for each of us.

We sat and talked. We giggled about the old men who were apparently checking me out, despite the presence of both a ring on my finger and said ring giver AT OUR TABLE. We talked about our days. We told stories. We laughed at the silliness we seem to encounter everywhere we go.

And then halfway through our slowly savored pie and coffee, he looked across the table at me and said, “I see you. You’re not invisible to me.”

Smiling sigh.

Ever have one of those moments when someone standing right beside you talks about you to someone else as if you’re not even there? And you wonder…did I suddenly just evaporate and become invisible?

It happened to me that day and I’d told him about it during our phone call as I drove home. I knew it wouldn’t have bothered him if he’d been the target…but it had bothered me. It hurt.

We hadn’t talked about it for a few hours. But he hadn’t forgotten.

And there in the middle of the nearly-empty Bob Evans, amid some elderly admirers and warm coffee to wash down my crumb topped apple pie…he made a point to let me know he saw me.

I see you.

It was a perfect date. It wasn’t planned ahead and labored over as we both tend to do in our date planning. We didn’t get all dressed up and hit the town for hours. Just ball caps and boots for us…just dessert and coffee.

But I loved it. I love how he GETS me.

I love this love story. Thanks, God.