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.