I’m supposed to be getting homemade pizza started for dinner but it just dawned on me that last night was not only our first overnighter in 8.5 years, but since half our marriage ago.
That is a long time. In a way it feels as though the “eyeball deep in diapers” stage (which lasted 13 years for us) went by in the blink of an eye, because it felt so natural to be walking from restaurant to hotel room back down to pub and so on with The Husband last night. It felt as though we had never stopped dating to get married and have seven babies back-to-back while squeezing in the occasional dinner or lunch out here and there. That last part has become a little more frequent since Miss C. turned 3 almost two summers ago. No more diapers, a generally happy & compliant child, and teenagers who are eager to take responsibility and make a few extra dollars babysitting have helped.
But half our marriage ago. Wow. And the last time we spent a night away I was seven months pregnant with our fifth child… Before that? I believe it was on our first anniversary. We went to Boldt’s Castle while friends babysat our 2-1/2 month old son.
I really enjoyed our evening together. Our night together. Our breakfast together. I look forward to doing it again. Too soon would take away that degree of “special” that comes with having waited a long time for something. But we sure won’t be waiting another 8.5 years… 😉
People quit. People give up. People throw in the towel when they feel like life has become all about bills, laundry, work, poop, lack of sleep, lack of money, and all that seems to come with the early years of parenthood. I almost did. I’m glad I didn’t.
While I felt in some way as though 17 years hadn’t passed last night and we were dating once again, it was coupled with the feeling of depth and connection that only comes with time. Like the roots of a tree. It was coupled with the feeling of belonging, and the sense that we are on the edge of a new and exciting chapter of our life together, and it’s ok.
I love my husband deeply. I would not be who I am today without the years spent with him, and the same goes for him as far as my presence in his life is concerned. He has told me this often.
I think I’m ready to take on a few more months of laundry, cleaning, cooking, and day-to-day now. I think I’m still a bit amazed at how much I learn about love the older I get.
Time to make that pizza. 🙂