I don’t want to make it sound like DJ and I especially deserved to get away our anniversary, but… well, actually, yes I do.
We’ve had children for 14.25 of our 15 years of marriage, and no family lives near us. Starting in July of 2001, DJ and I have spent a total of five nights together without kids.
Our oldest is now 14 and our youngest is 6. They’re pretty self-sufficient. When DJ asked if I had any grand ideas for an anniversary celebration, I dared to imagine, “We could leave overnight.”
We checked with the director of the younger kids’ co-op. Sure, she said, we could drop off our kids this one time.
We checked with Ranger’s godmother — the friend who watched our kids overnight for our tenth anniversary. Sure, she said, she’d pick up Sparkler and Ranger from co-op.
We checked with my-friend-since-we-were-teenagers, who recently moved into my town. Sure, she said, she’d swing by and see about the kids during the day.
And finally, we checked with the kids’ favorite babysitter. Sure, she said, she could come over after work and spend the night.
DJ and I could hardly believe it, but Friday morning we drove to the train station, boarded the train, and settled back for a getaway.
You caught that, right? We rode the train! I assure you, there’s everything romantic about being kissed on a train. I highly recommend it.
We didn’t go far, just two hours down the rails. I told DJ, “We don’t even have to stay in a fancy hotel, really.”
He replied, “Yes, we do.”
So we walked through the rain to the hotel.
We also walked in the rain down the Walking Mall in the middle of town.
We walked through the rain to get to an artisan bakery.
We escaped the rain by ducking into a gourmet chocolate shop.
As the rain slacked off, we browsed around a gallery of local artists including one who spun bunny fur into yarn.
And after supper of Indian, we sloshed through the rain to toy store where they would play a demo of any game you wanted to buy.
Not sure if you picked up on it, but it rained the whole time.
And it sure does look like God wants me to be back on Friday, November 6, right?
Bookgirl and I kept in touch by messaging, and evidently everything went so fine that we hardly heard from the kids at all.
We got back home this afternoon. Four kids were happy to see us, but not particularly disturbed that we’d been gone. We shared our goodies, admired watercolor paintings, cleaned up the living room (me), and introduced the kids to the new game (DJ).
Thanks to very generous friends and top-notch kids, DJ and I celebrated in style. Kind of soggy style, thanks to the rain; and kind of mushy style, thanks to the fact that we still act like we invented love. Happy 15th to us!