Marital Desires

Eight years ago today, we said “I do” on a perfect September evening surrounded by the aromatic and lush Fall leaves of my parents’ Upstate New York lawn.

We booked the babysitter weeks ago, just for this special occasion. She will arrive at 7pm and we’ll excitedly escape out the door for our long-awaited plans.

Our plans to…

Wait, what are our plans?  Oh. We didn’t make any.

At 6:30 this morning, our offspring called for us through their baby monitors and we rolled over to each make our case for why it is clearly the other’s turn to go to them embrace in a loving “happy anniversary” kiss.

“What do you want to do tonight?”

Without speaking, we knew from the burning look in each other’s eyes.  There was no question.

We’ll drive off into the sunset, find a nice, secluded hotel that wont frown upon a two-hour stay, slip into something more comfortable, shimmy under the sheets and do that thing we haven’t done since before the children were born…

Take a nap.

Eight years later…these are some tired people right here, folks.

Have a click!


10 responses to “Marital Desires

  1. That’s because before the children were born there was no need or desire to nap. 🙂 Hope you had a wonderful night together – whatever you chose to do.

    P.S. What a gorgeous couple! Sounds like a beautiful setting for the ceremony, too.

  2. Yay! Congrats you guys.

  3. Someday maybe we can rewire the yard!

  4. Goofball.
    We have early risers, too. And we’re exhausted. And any visit we take to a hotel would also include….showers. Just like sleep, we don’t get enough of those. 😉

  5. congrats to you both! Even tired, you all look great 🙂

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