daydreaming

Occasionally, in the past, Bill and I have taken a weekend away together in the fall. I really wish we had planned to do that this year. We drive up to the house in Michigan and enjoy the crisp air and the colorful leaves and the complete conversations that two people can have when there aren't little people jumping up in between them saying "look at me! All the time! You must have no other love but me!"

The last time we went was October 2003. I was pregnant with Tommy and I can't even remember why now, but I remember that we almost didn't go because it seemed too hard to coordinate SOMETHING about the trip. Who knows what it was? The grandparents must have been watching the kids and maybe there was something stressful about that. Just goes to show that the bad stuff falls away from your memories and just the good stuff remains.

I was reading Harry Potter #2 at that time and we hooked up the TV in order to watch a football game. Bill made a yummy pot of chili and we took walks and boat rides. Bill even swam in the freezing cold lake!
It's fun to take walks up there in the fall because no one's around and you can sneak around all the cool old houses and admire their porches and their gardens and stuff.

I can't believe it's been three years already since we had a getaway. We've had weekends without kids since then- a couple times that we shipped the kids off to Grandma & Grandpa's so we could go to a wedding or a movie. But we were still at home then and that's not quite the same feeling of "Aaah. We're on vacation. Alone."

Our 10th anniversary is coming up next spring. Grand ideas of a trip somewhere exciting have been bouncing around in my head, but right now a simple trip to the familiar lake sounds perfect. Maybe next fall for my (gulp) 38th birthday.