Last night the spouse and I experienced a first in our near 17 years of parenting...we were home alone.

The girls all had somewhere or something to do. Alee had a date. Maddi was baby-sitting. Demi at a slumber party.

So one would think this would be cause for romanticism--a quiet dinner out with glimmering candles or say even an unmentionable activity...

Oh no, not us. Which leads me to think we are aged before our years. This adoring couple threw on sweats, had a couple of diet Cokes, ate homemade bruschettta and played Scrabble.

Nineteen and a half years of marriage at this is romance at its best.