Later this morning, my Hubs and I will climb into a car, just the two of us, and take an eight-hour road trip. Just the two of us. For four whole days. Did I mention it would be just the two of us?
We don’t get away like this very often, so when we do, it’s a treasure. I’ll have a report of where we went when I get back–we’re going somewhere lovely and fancy and grown-up. In the meantime, I’ll be away from the computer for a few days as I spend some time with this man ‘o mine.
"Do you want to do anything special on our trip?" my thoughtful man asked me. He meant concerts or plays or side trips to new sights.
What do I want to do?
I want to talk and talk and laugh and talk with my husband until we’re hoarse.
I want to stop at a convenience store and not have to take little bodies to the potty or argue about what movie we’re watching next.
I want to order room service.
I want to go dancing.
I want to wear the fantastic dress and strappy heels I bought, just for the occasion.
I want to eat at a restaurant without a playplace and not have to cut up anyone’s food but my own.
I want to read from the stack of books I’m taking, uninterruped.
I want to do some, ahem, other things, uninterruped.
And OH-for-the-love-of-all-that-is-good-and-quiet, I want to NAP.
I’ll do all those things in the next few days, and I can hardly wait. Y’all be good while I’m gone.