The Mama was more worried than me about missing them.
During the two weeks leading up to our first night away, she was especially worried about the little one Bryce, although the entire B-hive would be in the capable hands of her mother (and our babysitter was on call just in case Grandma "Nonna" needed help). Plus, we had FaceTime all set up on our iPads and iPhone and double-checked before we left to ensure we could see and talk to our girls while away.
As we sat across from one another in the bistro in the early afternoon of our first night away from the girls, I looked lovingly at the Mama and asked:
"So, do you miss them?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No, not really."
"I know," I said.
Then we toasted our time alone together. Time needed to reconnect as lovers and friends, to relive the time before the B-hive.
Of course we love our girls, but we're not the first parents to embrace precious alone time, and certainly won't be the last.
Obviously they did fine without us, because all went well with them on their own with Nonna for one whole night.
And so it went, this first night away in the City by the Bay, experiencing another evolutionary step of parenting and children growing up.
What we didn't realize, at least until we got home the next morning, was how much we really did miss them.
And how much they missed us.
Amen. We are thankful for family.