Season of Gratitude: Getting Away and Sharing Dreams

Ah, weekend.

Don't rush off. Please don't go.

We've reached that place in the family timeline that everyone tells you will come but you don't believe it when you're up to your ears in diapers and toy strewn rooms: our kids are all over 10 and we have an 18 year old.

Do you know what this means???

We can leave them home and go on dates! We can even ... on occasion ... stay out ALL NIGHT !

It's awesome. Hold on. You'll make it, too :o) But don't rush ... it goes by so very fast. That 'blink and they're grown' thing? It's TRUE. But that's a post for another day.

As I was saying .... ALL NIGHT!

After 58 years of being Mommy ... okay, yes, that's collective. For affect.

Anyhoo, after 58 years of being Mommy, being away from the kids is like an out of body experience.

I checked in to the Marriott early. And had two lovely do-nothing hours of absolute quiet. I love hotels. There's nothing to clean. No projects to tackle. Like I said, out of body experience.

Me and the Mr. went to see Immortals at our favorite dinner-and-a-movie theater.

The movie was visually spectacular, and I enjoyed the Greek mythology revisited.

We slept late. Lingered over coffee. And I let the cat out of the bag about my blog. I was nervous. He was excited. Yay!

We went for a yummy breakfast at Paradise Bakery.

Then it was home for a work day at the JustB. We regularly lure our brother and sister-in-law to come out on weekends with promises of barbecue and such ... and then we make them work. Sometimes they bring the food and work. They're awesome. This time, though, lucky for them the tractor was out of diesel and all we could really do was move some lumber.

Because of the great lack of work to do at the JustB (ha!), we went to their property. It's nine minutes away. Far better than the 45 minutes to their city house that will be sold very soon please-oh-please so they can build a country house nine minutes away from us.

We sat on the gently sloping hill

and listened to the grass rustle

and watched the sky

and dreamed about about their dream-house.

Today, I'm thankful for weekends. The get-away with your sweetie kind. The share-your-dreams kind.