Matt and I went away for a few days this past week – just the two of us. Our little girls stayed at Grandma
and Grandpa's house with a slumber party at a dear friend's house for
one night while Mommy and Daddy got away.
We ventured a whole whopping hour away
– not really going a far distance, but certainly traveling a far
emotional distance. It was the longest I had ever left our youngest,
who will be 2 in June. Honestly, it's not my distrust for people or
my insecurity in leaving her (though in some moments I surely was
more concerned about her than our brave three year old), but it was
just that with two young children the opportunity hardly ever
presents itself to leave them for more than a date night away. They
are work, that we know, and yet they're also the norm for us.
Matt thought it a good time to get away
and have a few days to ourselves to celebrate our 5 year anniversary
early, since late-August (our anniversary) I am going to be “great with child” and
since the second trimester of pregnancy seems to carry less symptoms
and more coasting. So we left our home in wonderful care of our cats
and a friend and fellow past and current youth group members to
“check in on”.
When our tomtom started inventing
roads we knew we were getting close to our destination, breaking away
from civilization into the farmlands of the nearby country. A large
rock marking the gravel road to the property only seemed fitting.
Twisting through the woods at 5 miles an hour we broke into a
clearing of 71 acres of
beautiful land. Four ponds, trees and shade,
wooded paths, and a two story manor house welcomed us to our new home
for a few days. Luxury breathed deep through beautiful wooden floors,
large four-posted beds, various sitting/quiet rooms, a dining room
that could easily hold twelve with care, large decks with patio
furniture, a basement with ping-pong and a pool table, and three
separate and private rooms with bathtub, sitting area and King-sized
beds. Hopsitality and luxury breathed from the place. And we drank
deep.
The wooded paths welcomed
conversations, the bench-swings overlooking the ponds brought
dreaming and reflecting, the downstairs couch and “movie theater”
area delighted laughter that found us smothering ourselves in it's
cushions and streaming tears. Away with your best friend is more than
wonderful. More than delightful.
There was also work to be done, times
of homeschool planning (I'm now 3 weeks ahead!), VBS material
studying, and recipe reviewing/tagging. We wanted to use our time to
relax, but also to get a leg up on a few lingering projects and take
advantage of the uninterrupted time (a true luxury for us both).
And then the trip away took the turn
most trips take – no, not to the fighting or the bickering, but to
the “ready to go home” phase. We looked around us at all the
place had to offer and both said, “we miss our girls.... our
home...” You know, I think time away is a wonderful thing, a break
in the normal routine, a time to reconnect and set time apart for
each other. But I can honestly say that I think Matt and I do a good
job of that on a pretty regular basis. We didn't come into this
weekend not knowing each other, having neglected each other at home.
Quite the contrary, we do make a very serious effort to remain best
friends amidst the normal (though we all have busy weeks here and
there). With the girls' schedule, we have a lot of time to be “just
us” in the evenings (2+ hours at least 3 nights a week). We
treasure that time, whether it's in watching a show together or
working alongside each other in a united goal to homeschool our kids
or serve the church, or whether it's laundry or just melting into the
couch together. That being said, we came to the time away with no
agenda or past scars to fix, but instead with the same priorities to
listen and share and love as we have at home.
And we both agreed on the car ride to
our time away and we've agreed before that we really like our life.
We love where we are right now – me at home, homeschooling,
wonderful kids, the church, the house (even with her repair needs),
devotions, the youth group, our families, even seminary in it's
demanding moments... we're both just really satisfied. Really happy.
Really blessed.
When you go into a time away with that
heart, you find it completely acceptable to cut the trip one “night
sleep” (as we describe it to Rachael) early and scoop up your kids
early because you just want to snuggle them and be around them again.
You find it fitting to spend some of the last day reminiscing about
your own bed, those annoying meows of the “feed me” cats, the
diaper laundry and other laundry awaiting you, the graduation parties
and celebrations coming over the next few days that you want to be
ready for... the home that you have left and love so dearly.
Sure our household has it's flaws and
it's frustrations, last time I checked none of us are perfect. But
it's ours. It's us. Those little voices over the baby monitor, the
urgency of the morning cat feeding, the hallway light flickering from
a bad wiring, the dishes piling in the sink, the smelling of socks to
verify clenliness, the rocking of the over-packed washer... it's all
us. And it's loved.
So after a wonderful time away, we returned to the delight of our normal.... and we're grateful.
- Blessed.