I had a great time at the beach with Allison earlier this week. We had been planning to go sometime this summer and realized on Monday that if we didn't go this week it probably wouldn't happen. And so we left Wednesday morning for Rehoboth Beach, DE. (For me, this was spontaneous, and actually made it more fun--it felt like I was playing hooky or something.) It was a really quick trip (gone from home for 28 hours, at Rehoboth for 21) and I would have loved a few more hours of lying in the sun reading or playing in the waves with Al, but it was a great break. It was the first time I had been away from Nicholas for more than 4 hours, and I felt guilty about wanting to get away, but I knew it would be good for me to have some "me" time.
I love Joe and Nicholas and am pretty aware of how wonderful they are, but going away for a day was a good reminder. I am lucky to have a husband who is both so competent and involved that I can leave without worry or even a list of instructions, as well as so amazing that when he saw it was raining on the shore on Thursday morning, called and suggested Allison and I go see a movie before coming back. And coming home to a little boy whose face lights up in a brilliant smile when he sees me is absolutely heartwarming. And it didn't hurt that when I got home Nicholas ate and then immediately fell deeply asleep into a 4-hour long nap, allowing me to get some schoolwork done to ease my conscience about the trip.
It was good to get away, but it is also good to be home. I'm very lucky.
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