This past weekend, the hubs and I attended a friend’s wedding in Columbia, Missouri – which is where we first met! Yes, we’re college sweet hearts. It’s crazy to think that it was a decade ago that we graduated from there. During our two hour car ride there, we talked about how amazing the college years were. If I could go back in time, I would tell myself to enjoy every little moment of it because the future has in store some amazing adventures – so there is no need to rush it.
If I’m being honest, it was really weird talking to the husband for two whole hours without the distraction of kids, phones, television, and DIY projects. It’s been about 4 years (since we had our first child) that we’ve had that much direct one on one time. I know, everyone says that you should always date your spouse even after kids – but with the hustle and bustle of work and life – its been hard pressed to find time.
It was fun rediscovering each other on the ride there, laughing and chatting about the various stories we had. Possibly even arguing about past events that didn’t even matter anymore and me trying to logically think about what was going on in his head at the time. Nevertheless, I came to the conclusion we needed to reinstate not a “date night”, but a “talk night”. As you can imagine, Ryan laughed out loud. What he doesn’t know is that I might just unplug the modem and cable on those evenings.
Here we are at the wedding venue! Funny story: Three older guests caught Ryan changing from his jeans into his suit in the back parking lot. Initially they didn’t say anything when the first saw him in his boxers. After the wedding, he changed back into his jeans – and the same older guests walked by! This time, they said, “Caught you again.” It was pretty hysterical. I’m sure they loved the show.
My Dress: Pink Blush Maternity
This was the third time we’ve ever left the girls on an overnight with the grandparents. For both of us, it makes us uneasy not because we don’t think they are in good care, but just the thought of our babies not being within a few yards away of our touch kind of scares us. That was one of the reasons why we drove back the same night of the wedding – so that we could go get them early the very next morning.
Our morning wake-up routine consists of me in bed, opening my eyes and getting startled by Ansley’s heavy breathing coupled with her face two inches away from mine. I typically then pull her up between Ryan and I. About five minutes later, without missing a beat, we will hear her two year old sister bumbling out of her own bed and her barefeet running across the living room hardwoods into our bedroom. Aubrey will appear through our doorway with her arms full holding her white polar bear and light blue blanket. She’ll typically stumble towards my side of the bed (its always my side, never Ryan’s) as she trips over her blanket and asks to be pulled up between all of us. We’ll lay there as a family for a good 30 minutes and talk about what each of us dreamed about.
Here’s a picture of us that I did on a self-timer with half cooperation from everyone on a typical weekend morning after we get up:
However, this routine didn’t happen this past Sunday morning. They were at the grandparents. Although we were grateful for the privilege to have slept in until 7:00 AM (yes, that’s sleeping in for us), we were super sad about our morning ritual. I can’t even begin to imagine what it will be like when the kids stop doing this. Tear.