Our long weekend began at the Izba Spa in Denver (wow). Three-point-five rejuvenating days in the mountains followed. Throughout our respite from reality, I fell in love (and in like) with my husband and best friend all over again. During the silence of day 2 (I think it was some time after my FOUR HOUR nap), I began to realize the full extent of the noise to which we've grown accustomed. It was good and SO important for us to slow down and just to be together.
In a few short days, we talked, walked, laughed, cried, cooked, cleaned, danced, dreamed, vegged, explored, rested, nested, reflected and reconnected. We pranced along the surface and delved deep down too. It was good. Sweet. Absolutely precious time.
On the way home, we stopped for dinner at Benihana (yum), the restaurant at which we enjoyed our first meal together as husband and wife back in Marina del Rey six years ago. Then... it was over.
Although the sun and our children had retired for the night, the volume and cadence of our life, which in a weekend had all but diminished, quickly escalated within moments of stepping in our front door. Back to real life. For a day or two, I was grieved and wanted to go back, but tonight - in the stillness and quiet of my post-anniversary home - I am utterly pleased.
I found an AMAZING partner, whom I love, like and genuinely respect. Together, we get to parent and love two AMAZING, curly-haired children. Tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that one and hopefully many, many more days to follow, we get to walk through the ups and downs of this AMAZING journey called life. Sometimes it will be manic and noisy, other times it will be still and serene. Regardless, we get to do it together.
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Congrats to you! It sounds like you had a wonderful time, and you are still enjoying even the thought of it. You have inspired me when I needed it. My hubby and I are scheduled to go on a trip in a couple of weeks, and I hate to say that I have been dreading it. From one doula to another, I have not let go of the ATTACHMENT PARENTING theory. My oldest is 10, middle is 8, and youngest is 3. I am nervous to leave them, and my oldest is scared as well. After reading your post though, I see the importance of having the time for each other, without having someone of small stature pulling you away. At this moment, I think I can do it. And I can be a better and more patient mommy when I return. Thanks!
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