Last night Tom loaded the canoe onto the truck. Now I'm up early this morning--baking biscuits, packing hard-boiled eggs and coffee and watermelon--so that we can go for a breakfast paddle on the lake. This is one of our favorite things to do together. And this weekend we've also cooked meals together and moseyed around the yard admiring the pea blossoms and the roses and cheered Jackie Bradley's home run and coddled the dog and ridiculed the cat and talked about our children and gone to a yard sale and reamed out the basement. Middle-aged romance is pretty nice.