I know, lame title, but we went on our first kid-free date in over a year, and we went to Casamigos. 🙂 (House of Friends with my friend.)
My dear sister came to our house and watched all three of our boys while we slipped off to one of our favorite restaurants in town.
We ordered the Cancun Platter, and it came with chicken and shrimp and beans and rice and GUAC and was just wonderful.
We talked about all the regular things, but it was nice to be able to just talk without endless interruptions. Really nice. 🙂
We took way more selfies than it seemed like parents of three should, but I guess we’re in the social media age, so it’s okay.
Man, I love him.
At this stage of life it's so easy to feel like co-caregivers, an endless tag-teaming of keeping everyone fed and clean and happy and unharmed. It was wonderful to step back for an hour and a half and just be us again, Eric and Chayli, the same people who fell in love eight and a half years ago, but also so much more than those two people.
One, for seven and a half years now. One, with three always in tow.
I still can't believe some days that this is our life, and that we get to live it together.
For as much fun as we were having not buckling car seats and not keeping water glasses away from little hands, I couldn’t wait to get back to my bouncing baby boy. I’d left him with Eric before to go to the dentist, but it was the first time I’d left him with someone else. I knew he was in good hands.
Dora told me later that Emmett was a little angel, and with good reason! He had the time of his life getting into all the things his mother generally kept him out of . . . namely the kitchen garbage, the bathroom garbage, and the chick box. Any door that got left open was, as Dora put it, a golden opportunity for garbage rummaging and chick visiting. 🙂 I told Dora he'd want her to come every day!
We came home to freshly decorated cookies and happy little boys.
Thanks a million, Dora!!
The best part about getting away is knowing we get to come back. Back to our sweet boys and our little house and our happy life. We are more blessed than we can even imagine, and I try not to take that for granted.
“Oh, that men would praise the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!” (Psalm 108:8)
Thank You, Lord, for these most beautiful gifts.
