Companionable Silence

Yesterday, I went on a date. It was the Longest Date that Tim and I have ever had. It was a twelve hour date. I liked it.
At lunch time, we sat under rather disappointing cloud cover to eat our lunch. The patio is lovely this time of year, and despite the lack of sun, the day was quite warm. We'd been to the farmer's market downtown, where we had wandered through the vendors, holding hands. I was noticing, as we functioned in the crowd, how well we've learned to read each other. With the smallest motion, and nary a word, he said, "Please hold this bag, while I pay for the bread." Or a slight nod of his head tells me, "Those people over there are bizarre." A squeeze from his fingers lets me know that he is changing directions in the crowd, and would I like a cup of coffee? It's a sort of intimacy that holds such value to me, because I've never quite had it before. Well, except with Kara, but she doesn't hold my hand very often.
We put lunch together, after we got back to his home, and moved the small feast out to the patio. There we sat, enjoying the fresh bread we'd just purchased, and wishing the clouds away. We were enjoying that kind of quiet where you don't need to say anything at all. Yet, he'd chuckle, and mention something that had tickled his fancy from the morning. Or I'd make a random comment about something in my head, and he would nod and smile.
The sun finally did put up a robust fight against the grey. It was hot enough to lay by the pool, and the sun played a lazy game of hide-and-seek. Tim read on his lounge chair. I dozed on mine.
I completely ignored the huge to-do list that was growing back at my house.
Today is going to have to be different. Since yesterday was a serious day of rest, I am hoping that God won't mind if I dash about working my fanny off this afternoon, to make up for the leisure of Saturday.

I need to deputize all of you out there in blogland to find me a wedding dress. I need a white sundress, a bit dressier than an everyday dress. I can not wear the empire waist style. It needs to be under a hundred dollars. It needs to be comfortable in a hundred degree weather, and I need to look like a twenty-year-old when I put it on. So, go forth, fellow shoppers. See what can be found.