This weekend was my husband’s birthday and we got to get away for a quick getaway (thank you, mom, for watching the kids!) We left late Friday night and I spent most of the car ride sewing clips on my new extensions, in which a tutorial is coming soon. Tomorrow, maybe? I love that my husband doesn’t even blink an eye at lengths of hair tossed around the car and sewing kits rattling in the backseat. I heart him. A lot.
We stayed at the Gaylord Palms Resort in Orlando and it was GORGEOUS. It was way nicer than I thought it would be (we booked it last minute.) It was one of those hotels that when you walk into you feel like a character in a movie, you know? It was beautiful with a huge indoor atrium and restaurants and fancy lounges inside. Our room overlooked the atrium with a cool terrace and when you stood on it you felt like you were in Italy with all the twinkling lights and rushing water from little rivers that ran throughout. We changed and went down to eat in a little sushi bar where they had to die for tuna nachos and yummy cocktails. After dinner we walked around the hotel and got another drink at the sports bar (have you ever had Angry Orchard Hard Cider? Yum.)
The next morning we got up and took the shuttle into Epcot for the day. One of the most wonderful parts of the weekend was just being together. Since having kids it seems like most of our time is focused on the kids and managing our daily life. Don’t get me wrong, we do get time alone and enjoy each other, but we rarely get large amounts of time together to just be us. To stand in line together, to eat a meal uninterrupted, to experience anything we want and not think about anything else, this has become a luxury and I value it.
We walked around. A lot. My feet are killing me today. Side note: while camo flats from Target look cute, they don’t feel cute after 12 hours. Lesson learned. We did Test Track and Soarin’ and ate 4000 calories worth of food and drink and all the movies at the World Showcase. I ate the best chocolate mousse in France and amazing nachos in Mexico and sushi in Japan and a beverage or two at the kiosks (because who can say no?) and ice cream just because.
After all was said and done, 36 hours later we are back home again with blistered feet and tired bodies. The kids came reluctantly home from Grandma’s house (she has chickens and chocolate and no naps, so really, would you come home from that?) In a snap everything is back as it always is, but now we have something more, a recharge if you will of us as a couple. I love to be reminded of the people we were before we had children, and know that we still have that certain something. That something is what brought us together and what will keep us together long after these crazy child raising years are over. I’m blessed to have him in my life.