Bikes. Bears. Beers. Brats.

Biking.Bears.Beers.Brats.

When I first started falling in love with Chris Hynes, we were in Chicago at a bar watching the Bears game. We had been ridiculously flirty the entire weekend and it was whimsical. I was on a trip there from LA and he made every effort to see me all the way from the burbs.

Fast forward six years and here we are engaged, living in Venice and parenting two dogs.

I realized this season, NFL season that is, that Chris and I had not been to our favorite local spot in a long time. Chris had bought the DirectTV NFL package and seasons past, our friends often hosted BBQs.  On a last chance decision and desire to get out of the house, we decided to re-visit the Bears bar and go as a date night.

Wait for it.  BEST NIGHT EVER.

We sipped beers, high fived strangers, ate (free) brats with sauerkraut and spicy mustard, proceeded to eat chicken wings with bleu cheese dressing, sang the Bears song (every single touchdown) and remembered being together at a bar doing something so familiar and yet so simple years back.

And what I realized is that I had forgotten.

I had forgotten how much fun we can have together, just me and Chris.

I always feel like outings need to include people. Football games need a lot of people around chips & dips with full coolers. And socializing, I love me some socializing with people I love.

During the game, I kept catching Chris looking at me. When I would high five a stranger, get mad at a player or manifest that interception to a touchdown. He kept smiling. I asked him what was up and he replied how nice it to see me so happy, just the two of us, and of course, while watching his beloved Bears team. It is like a win, win, win.

I loved that. And I was happy. Just me and him.

I definitely know and write about the power of trying something new, getting out of your comfort zone and pushing the edge. However, there is a beautiful power in the look back. Even if just to remember the simplest of moments that you can press replay and have again and again.

Like beers at a bar for the Bears game.

Here are three rad questions to ponder when rocking the look back:

1) What was I doing the last time I lost track of time in sheer and utter joy?

2) When was the last time that I laughed until my stomach hurt?

3) What was I doing the last time I felt really connected to myself and others?

Go for it.

Look back to remember. And then perhaps, choose to replay.