Honeymoonin’

We got married 14 years ago in June. We were poor.  If you’ve never had to choose between buying groceries and paying the gas bill, you’ve never been as poor as we were on that cloudy, wonderful day.  We had no honeymoon, just two nights at a local hotel, and it was a stretch for us to pay for that second night.  I knew that it would be alright, because eventually, we’d graduate from college and earn some money and then we’d have a romantic vacation together, just the two of us.

#1 arrived that first year, and we were no wealthier.  #2 came the year my sweet Computer Guy graduated from college.  There were no get-aways for us.  Our vacations were all trips to my in-laws’ because children need to know their grandparents, and we got to relax a bit as there were two other people who would love to hold the sweet children.  Those weeks in Corpus Christi were great, but there’s not much romance when your mother-in-law is the light sleeper in the next room.

We’ve never been away, just the two of us.  It’s something I miss.  I have no memories of exploring with him and relaxing with him and just making memories to laugh about in private jokes with him.  There are days when I am tired of being a mother and just want to take a break and be a wife.

We get our chance at last.  I’ve cooked up a secret plan with the Computer Guy’s Boss to get him out of town for a few days and help him to remember the guy I married who didn’t work all the time and wasn’t so stressed.  (When your boss notices it, you really need a vacation.)

I’m not saying where we’re going, just that it’s somewhere peaceful and quiet. For four days, it will be just the two of us, and #6.  Yes, we’re at that point in our lives where a weekend away with the 6 month old is a vacation and terrifically romantic.  Just us.  For a long weekend.  Just a few more weeks, but I’ve waited this long, the last stretch will be easy.