I‘ve talked quite a bit about how wonderful quiet time is, taking moments to reflect, and enjoy time to yourself. Yet again, my amazing husband gave me the gift of an entire evening to myself. That’s right, I got the night off. He took the boys to his parents, and on this rare occasion I can only simply smile. I am blessed.
I thought of all the things I could do by myself. There was the grocery shopping, always easier sans kids. Of course I could scrub the bathrooms in peace, or even run the dreaded errands that are so not convenient with two little ones in tow. If I wanted to spend money I could treat myself to a mani-pedi, or a new pair of jeans at Gap. Alas, I got in my PJs, lit my favorite new coconut candle, turned on some Pandora and snuggled in for an evening alone. Sure I tidied up a smidge and walked the dog – but this night was all for me.
Funny thing about this alone thing, after four years of being surrounded by noise – I sorta missed it. The melody that is my baby babbling, the chaos of a four year old on an adventure, and the warmth of bedtime cuddles. Don’t get me wrong, the night was lovely. I quite enjoyed not changing any diapers, or listening to whining voices. It was nice to have a treat without sharing. Still, as I laid my head down for the night, I couldn’t help but pull my son’s blanket close to me. Smelling him, smiling, and thinking about just how blessed I really am.
