Bruce and I ran away for a date this morning. (He got home late last night from a business trip to California.)
Ella went on her way to school, and Talia went to daycare.
We went to the kind of place where you don't have to dress up.
Not really, but it sounded familiar, didn't it?
I had bedhead, too and didn't wear makeup.
We drove a few miles down the road to Main Street Cafe in Durham, Kansas.
They also specialize in some of the best cinnamon rolls around.
Uh, yeah, I'm guessing I need to cut this out.
And the bacon.
But not him. I'm keeping him and his cinnamon roll love language.
And I'll never be forced to give up this place.
A Monday morning road trip date to Main Street Cafe...I think all the represented love languages were met.
What kind of date fills up your love tank?
Plan to do it this week!