I’m sitting in bed as I write this. It’s not my bed, mind you; it’s a king size, full-of-pillows, absolutely divine bed located in our room at the Brampton Bed & Breakfast in Chestertown, MD. What am I doing in Chestertown, MD you ask? Celebrating the 3rd anniversary of the day that I married the most wonderful man in the world.
I have mixed feelings though, because there is one part of me that is so very excited to be away from home. We had a luxurious day yesterday filled with all the things that you would do on vacation – good food, relaxation time in the room, a little reading on the huge front porch. But all the while, even while watching the classic “While You Were Sleeping” on the flat panel TV over the fireplace last night, I had this nagging feeling in my heart. I was missing something and that something was our little boy.
For the first time ever, we left him with someone while we went away. Oh he’s in good hands all right, as my sister and her husband are watching him along with their little boy Drew. I’m not worried about that part. But for the first time, we missed tucking him in at night (and the subsequent screams of denial as he fights sleep for a good 15 minutes). We missed seeing him wake up and flash us his huge grin as he does after every nap. We missed feeding him his bottle that he now can hold with his chubby little hands. We missed all of that yesterday and it feels quite strange.
Which is why, even after enjoying every single minute of this brief getaway, I am looking forward to being home this afternoon. I’m looking forward to seeing my little guy and making sure that he hasn’t forgotten me. I fully plan on hugging him and smothering him with kisses as soon as we walk in the door, whether he wants me to or not. In only a few short hours, I’ll look into those big beautiful eyes and tell him that I missed him so.
There are definitely no mixed feelings about that.
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