After ten wedding anniversaries (a couple of which were momentarily forgotten), my husband and I decided to plan an escape from the predictable weekend routine of home movies and pizza deliveries. We spent one night of absolute sensual indulgence at a themed hotel room nested among the cluster of love joints somewhere in the city.
In a span of twelve hours, we reclaimed the personal space that somehow become lost to us when the demands of work schedules only allowed us to be intimate twice, or even just once a month.
Before then, I could not recall the last time we spent time together without bothered by trivial annoyances. The intent to open up to each other would sometimes end up in baseless arguments.
It was a time to sanctify our private time as man and wife --- to reconnect and to draw strength, as we are sometimes afforded mere pockets of our waking hours to devote our attention to each other .
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