date nights

On Sunday evenings we drop all the kids off at church and go to Starbucks.
(What? I see nothing wrong with that?)

We sit at a tiny, wobbly table with coffee and books.
(Shawn reads big thick complicated military theory textbooks and
I breeze through some fiction and play with my camera, noticing shadows.)

For two hours we're like a couple of college kids we once knew.
(Except now we know how little we know.)