Blissed Out

I spent most of last week wondering if R and I were the kind of people who needed to get away from our child.

After all, we adore her. When the three of us are together, we always have a blast, at the playground, on a picnic, on long walks. We always enjoy our family time. So, why would we want to leave the baby behind?

Now I know. And Oh.My.G-d. What a weekend it was. From the second we left the baby with her grandparents at the lake house, we forgot all about missing her. Honestly, I did not shed a single tear.

Instead, we focused on eachother. And even though we'd said we did not need it, turns out, we did. We arrived at our gorgeous and artistically decorated B and B and spent some time lazing about. We hit the old port, indulging in much shopping, hand holding and beer before noon (for him). We had a long lunch on the waterfront, we shopped some more for totally frivilous items and then bought $20 worth of bulk crap candy and saw a matinee of Zohan.

Over the course of the weekend, we totally indulged. Long baths, long conversations, books, five-course, decadent meals. At one point, R asked me if I thought we enjoyed all of our traveling before we had a child as much as this trip. I doubt it.

Yes, we stayed close to home, which is unlike us. And yes, we talked an awful lot about the baby. This may have been a baby step. But it felt like a giant leap towards independence. There was no one to diaper, no one to tell us when to go home and nap. There were no interruptions in our 2.5 hour, multi-course, extremely adult meal, no one to interrupt our private time. It was blissful, lovely, tremendous and needed in a way I had not even realized. Next year, we will make our sixth anniversary trip even longer. And maybe after that? Even farther away.

If there is one thing I learned this weekend, it is that mommy and daddy need to remind themselves at least once a year, if not more, that they are and were a couple first.