I've always liked the old adage that "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." It was true with me and Kyle when I hopped a plane to the Krygyz Republic just after we started dating. I feared that the fervor of young love would fade but evidently, it did not. He proposed three months after I got back. I said, "Yes yes yes yes."
So, in celebration of our 7th anniversary, we went away without our four children... for four days and three nights. Our oldest is 4 1/2. It's the first time since his arrival that we have been alone for more than 24 hours. While it's nice to have a day here and there, nothing really refreshes the mind and the body quite like not having to do laundry or change a diaper. Heck, I didn't even cook or do dishes... my amazing husband did that too.
When we first started planning this time away, I thought to myself, "Finally, I'll get to breathe." But as the time drew nearer, I realized that it might be the bittersweet end of an era.
Five years and three months ago, I found out that I was pregnant with Seth. And today, I only nursed Joel once. That means that this is the first time in 5.25 years that I have not been pregnant or breastfeeding or both. And yes, I'm sure I'm not pregnant. Just trust me.