My mother was here for a week around the 12th, the big day. So not only do I have him to thank for being such a dream while his mother-in-law is here for a week, but I also have her to thank for her help and support and ability to take on 3 kids so I can go to Target by myself. John and my mom get along great, so its not super crazy that he's okay with her being here, but it is someone else in the house, in addition to the craziness that already exists here. Plus she's still a mother-in-law to him, not a mother. But a whole week goes by with no complaining. He ignores us as we plot our daily strategy for getting coffee, drinking happy hour wine, and finding time to fit in a little shopping. And after a week most everyone is ready to get back to the routine, including Grandma. I say "most" because I am pretty sure Lillian and I both were a little sad to see Grandma go this time.
But before Grandma was ready to go, John and I actually got to dress up and go out for a fancy dinner. Before dinner, I got my usual half yearly haircut and finished up a new dress I made for myself. I felt like a new person. We had a drink at home with Grandma and Aunt and Uncle, then headed out after the babies went down to sleep. (I cannot explain how much I love a 7:30pm bedtime.) For dinner, we tried Story in Prairie Village, after hearing mixed reviews, and ended up loving it. Then we sauntered down the street for another drink and dessert (wish we'd stayed at Story in hindsight). It was a very, very nice night.
John always treats me nice. Always has, and I believe always will. I've been getting flowers regularly for special occasions, or no occasion at all, since the very beginning. He did not fail this year with a dozen hot pink roses. And when I got up during our dinner to use the restroom (after 2 very, very nice cocktails) I came back to a little box hidden under my napkin. Much to my surprise he'd purchased me a gift in a year that we decided to get ourselves a new basement as our gift for pretty much every holiday. I was shocked to open my little blue diamond earrings, and will likely wear them every day for the next 6 months until I decide to clean them and put them right back in.
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| The only thing I have to show from my week. |
The wonderful husband-ness doesn't stop there. This past week, John took Friday off. Thinking we'd get a little done around the house while we just had the boys at home, and Lillian was at school. After taking Lilli to school, he told me to get out of the house and do whatever I wanted to do. Seriously? There's almost too much for me to want to do, and half of it I want to do with him, so I went shopping. And it was a lovely 2 hours alone. He told me to go all day and just come back with Lilli when school was over, but I couldn't do it. I had to come home and spend some time with him as well, that was what I wanted to do.
Then Saturday, I got to get up and have someone else do my toes for the first time in almost a year. I went to the Waldo coffee shop, One More Cup, got a root beer chai tea latte and headed off to the spa to get pampered for an hour. And my toe color... the same color as the earrings.
Some of this may seem like the norm to most of you. But there is nothing normal about me going out for a fancy dinner, wearing new clothes, getting a haircut, flowers, jewelry, a pedicure and some free time to myself all within one week. This was my life before kids, and maybe it will be again when my kids are a bit older. But all of this at one time is very special to me right now. And its all made possible by my wonderful best friend. I believe we've made it through one rough year and it's really only made us stronger. Here's to the next year going just as well, but hopefully better! Happy 4 years John, I Love You.
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