A Week Apart

This week we are sans children.  They are staying with my parents, and they are busy riding pony carts, and fishing, and playing with the dogs, and shopping and cooking, and eating, and all of the other wonderful things that a grandparent visit ought to entail.  This is wonderful... for them, and for us.  Ken and I are busy working, and Lord knows that the week they had to hang out at the house by themselves, they were more than a little bored.  This allows them to have loads of fun, and allows us not to worry about them.

It is also wonderful on another front.  Ken and I have had a weeks worth of date nights.  We come home from work and share about our day over a dinner for two and a nice glass of wine, (not too different from when the kids are with us).  And then we follow it with a movie or two (a little different then when the kids are with us).  Tonight, we replaced the movie with a couple hours of cleaning, but still, just the two of us.  It was fun.  It reminds me of when we were first married, and yet, it isn't quite the same.

Back in the day, when we would have our chats, it often revolved around what we thought it might be like when we had a house of our own, and children to run around it.  What were the names that we could agree on?  Who would they look like?  Now our conversations are of how we miss them, and what they said to us over the phone.  When can we make time to go school shopping for them?

While the two of us used to fill a very small apartment, we can now romp through an entire house, but their are holes here.  The little rompers are missed.  I think they are enjoying their little vacation from home; and we are enjoying it too (though probably not quite as much) but there is no going back.  They are a part of us.  Our people.  I love that they are out in the world having a grand time; I just can't wait for them to get back.