Kiss Your Miracle

A little while ago Adam asked his parents if they wouldn’t mind watching Sky for an evening so the two of us could have a date before the baby comes. They told us they’d love to and even offered to keep her overnight. At first I thought no, that would be weird. Sky should sleep at our house unless there’s a real reason for her to stay somewhere else, right? Like when we’re actually at the hospital having the baby. But the more I thought about it, the nicer it began to sound, especially because John and Terry seemed so excited to have her.

So on Saturday morning while Sky ran around at her grandparents’ house, I sat in a perfectly quiet kitchen, slowly drinking a cup of coffee. Of course, I still woke up at the crack of dawn. But instead of getting up with Sky I stayed buried under a mountain of blankets for another hour.

The evening before was just as peaceful. As Adam and I shopped in Orlando and went out to dinner, I couldn’t help but notice how relaxing it was to just talk to him. I think that’s one of the hardest things about parenting a toddler – constant interruptions. At the end of a typical day when Adam gets home from work, my brain is full of things to tell him and ask him, and I can’t wait to have a real conversation. But when every other sentence is cut short because Sky needs something, wants something, or has decided to throw a random temper tantrum, I lose my train of thought. I tell myself we’ll talk about it when she goes to bed, but by then I’ve usually forgotten.

I know we won’t have little ones around forever; people in the grocery store are constantly reminding me how fast they grow up, which is probably very true in hindsight. So for now, Adam and I are doing our best to enjoy life with our family today, interruptions and all. But I have to admit that having a break was wonderful. I was excited for Sky to come home on Saturday, but I also appreciated the slow, gentle start to the weekend. Thanks John and Terry! You are a HUGE blessing to us.