Around 4:30 on Friday when Grandma Net-Net (Jeremy's mom) came to pick up the girls and whisk them away to her house for an overnight stay, I immediately went into extended date mode. A whole night without the kids! A morning where we could actually sleep in, together! Such bliss.
Jeremy and I started our time alone together by going to his ten-year highschool reunion. It was held at a local country club, and there were quite a few people in attendance. I, of course, knew absolutely no one, but it was great fun being introduced to Jeremy's old high school pals and helping him fill them in on his life now. We had a great meal, which was followed by the giving away of several prizes-- one of which I won! I wasn't even going to stand up when they announced this particular category, since I assumed it was just alumni and not spouses who were participating... but apparently in a room full of 70 or 80 people, quite a few of them female, I was the ONLY pregnant person!! (I was quite surprised at this.) So yes, I won a prize simply for being "with child", and it was quite a lovely one too-- all sorts of delicious-smelling body creams and such.
As the night progressed, we amused ourselves by watching the crazy drunk people (it really was kind of funny), and discovering that dance music turned up to a ridiculous volume that hurts ones ears and chests, is in fact NOT fun to dance to. Call me a dud, but I was ready to go home and take off my high-heels, snuggle up on the couch in the quiet of our cozy home, and relax with my honey. We did stay until 11, talking with some other people and saying goodbye to those we probably won't see for another 10 years.
It really was a fun night, even with the crazy drunk people and the too-loud music. I loved being just "Jeremy's wife" for a night and enjoyed seeing my husband interact with his old friends, and learning a little more about him through it. And you know what else? It made me proud of this man I am married to. So many of the people at this reunion acted exactly like they were still in highschool, getting drunk and partying, being loud and immature, and some of them didn't have a lot to show for the 10 years that had passed. I'm grateful for Jeremy and how hard he works, for the provider, husband, and father that he is, for the willingness he shows in taking on responsibility and being a mature adult, even from the time we got married when he was still quite young. And of course, lest I sound like a judgmental snob (I'm not trying to be mean, just truthful), there really were some lovely and interesting people that I met, people that I would love to see again and be friends with. It was wonderful to meet them and get to know them, and I hope it's NOT another 10 years before we see them again!
The next morning, after sleeping in until the glorious hour of 9:30, we got up, got ready and decided to go out to breakfast. The morning was a perfect fall morning-- overcast and cool, smelling like rain as we stepped outside. Exactly the type of morning on which one should go out for a cozy breakfast date.
We went to one of my all-time favorite breakfast places, Mimi's Cafe. It's one of the coziest and warmest restaurants I know, and their food is SO GOOD. As soon as we were seated I ordered a cup of hot tea (another gray-day essential, of course), and Jeremy decided to get a cup of hot chocolate. The waiter inquired if he wanted whipped cream on top or not, and Jeremy told him yes. When he brought it to the table, we both started laughing. A more accurately descriptive question would have been "Would you like some hot chocolate on the bottom to go with your Everest-sized mountain of whipped cream?"
Seriously. Have you ever seen such a marvelous pile of whipped cream in all your born days?? Kudos to whoever squirted that on there, for it must have been quite a task getting it just right so it wouldn't fall over.
Needless to say, neither one of us were able to consume all that cream, but as it turns out, the hot chocolate underneath was quite delicious, as was the rest of that breakfast. And the time that we got to spend together without the kids was a precious blessing-- I'd been craving my husband and simply being his wife and nothing more, getting a chance to laugh and talk together without anywhere to be or anything to do. The weekend really was an answer to prayer.
And then, after we picked up our beautiful girls and returned home, we proceeded to spend the next 6 hours organizing and cleaning our garage. Emma can no longer make jokes... that place is now spotless, a prime example of what can be done with a lot of work and some good storage. But that is entirely another blog post .