The Feminists will come for me on this one, but right now a night at the motocross track with my husband and his friends feels superior to ladies night for me. As an avowed, card carrying, girls’ girl, I never thought I’d say this. I give a full-body YES to tagging along with my husband any chance I get.

I’ve established that my husband and I have distinctly different interests and hobbies. I am an indoor cat and will probably never be seen in the back country or at the top of a mountain or on an actual dirt bike. I never begrudge him his days at the track without me, long weekends skiing, or late nights in the garage. I think that our independent time and separate hobbies allow us to complement and truly appreciate each other. However, I will absolutely go out of my way to watch him race or watch local races with him and his friends.

Why? Because there’s something magic about nights at the track, squeezed between him and his friends on the bleachers, asking questions and covering my ears. There’s something magic about holding my breath as I watch him race and then running to hug him and sit while he dissects every turn and how he’ll do better next time. There’s something magic about sitting on the back of his pickup with a hot tea, getting to know his friends.

It’s these moments that keep us connected. They make my world a little bigger and signal to him that, while I may never fully understand his world, I love him enough to want to explore it with him.

Don’t get me wrong. I still get all tingly when I think about a spa day, a shopping trip, a long walk, or a night dressed up for deep conversation with my girls. BUT for me, right now, as I care for our fledgling marriage, an opportunity to visit Blake’s world will trump a ladies’ night. That will likely change, but in this stage, I’m going to throw on jeans and one of his giant hoodies and head to the track every chance I get.

xoxo Your Favorite Late Bloomer

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