PJ and I have been dating for just over six months now, and we spend a lot of time together, but it’s mostly pretty jumbled. We meet after he gets off work at 10pm and spend time catching up on the latest episodes of the Office and Parks and Rec, and we go to church together on the weekends. But one ritual is quickly becoming one of my favorites: lunch.
I have a 30-minute break at work for lunch and since PJ lives five minutes away, I try to make it there as often as possible. Generally, he cooks for me and we sit and listen to This American Life or allow NPR or a favorite album to play in the background as we each take time sharing about our mornings. This lunchtime is a place for me to pause and rest in the comfort of his presence. It is a sanctuary in which I strive to retreat to daily. Here, over a quiet meal shared just between us two, I feel at peace.
I work full-time. I take classes full-time. My schedule is very busy between the two, and church, and the three blogs I run, and chores, and the friendships I strive to maintain. But in the mix, things seem to work, because of rituals like this. Our lunchtime together is a sort of calm within the whirlwind of my schedule and it saves me.