Oh yeah, and we actually talked. Long conversations. No interruptions! And we held hands like we were teenagers. And we just enjoyed being in each other's company again. We forget that, sometimes, in our every day crazy lives. That was the best reward of the entire day.
The clock was striking noon as I walked briskly to meet Nana for the drop off of the boys. I felt like cinderella by the end of the 12th ring. But we happily embraced the boys, giving them each a miniature chocolate cowboy boot from this morning's buffet. Nana told us that the boys behaved perfectly (I think there might have been a child swap before she took over), and that everyone slept and ate and played great! And of course arguing and whining began between the boys as soon as the car was loaded with all their goodies from Nana's house. But it wouldn't be reality without that, now would it??
Happy (almost) 9th Anniversary my love. It was wonderful to tune into each other for 24 hours straight, no interruptions. I love you as my husband, my best friend, and as the Daddy to our (usually!) sweet boys. xoxoxo