It's strange how the mere absence of that man can spark intense fury and episodes of melancholic fits within my children. Particularly Ethan. Let's just say 5-year-old was less than a joy these past 2 days without Daddy. It was more than a little tough to see Daddy leave Tuesday morning, and that last bear hug between them just wasn't enough. The longing for Daddy showed up in every whine, tear, and hug I got. And he was only away for 2 days.
2 days isn't much at all, but in this household, that Husband of mine is kind of a big deal.
I didn't cry or whine, except of course for my sore throat (which I was seriously comparing to child birth last night as I folded clothes). But that's a whole other story, right there. No, on the outside I appeared just fine, a big girl that can take care of herself and her babies, no problem.
However....
On the inside I hated it. I missed him. I realized how much the day-to-days have been getting in our way lately, and I just wanted to pack up some clothes for the both of us, drive to the airport, and take him to Frisco for a few days.
It would be so easy.
It would be just what we needed.
We could drive up to Napa one day and visit the vineyard where we married. I'd pack us a picnic of warm bread, cheese, and grapes in a woven basket and we'd turn up the music really loud on our drive there, because we're in a really romantic mood and besides, that's what we did on our honeymoon. We'd ride past all the beautiful wineries in our rented convertible and I'd wear a scarf in my hair just like the ladies in all the 1950's movies did. We would make a pit stop at the Chandon winery to grab a bottle of champagne, then off we'd go exploring, to find a big Oak atop a hill somewhere and sit under it, and wonder why the hell didn't we do this sooner. Oh yeah, because I am still a cow for Miss Clementine and her milk needs, and well, it's not so easy finding a sitter for our 3 precious jewels at home. He and I would sit under that tree and talk for hours, because as usual when we travel, we don't have any ridiculous schedules to adhere to, and isn't that what vacations are all about anyway? So we'd kiss and we'd talk, and we'd kiss some more under that big ol' Oak, and then I'd wanna get all adventurous, yunno? But we'd see a car off in the distance and decide we'd better head back to the city and take our adventures there.
A little TMI, I know, but this is my daydream, okay?
The next morning we'd spend lotsa time exploring the city and eating fresh seafood, probably at Fisherman's Wharf because I like touristy places like that. He would surprise me with a trip to the Ghirardelli factory because it would make me so happy, and I'd eat that chocolate and he would ask for some, so I'd give him a taste of mine via kisses.
A few days wouldn't be long enough for us, but we'd be so glad to have had it. Our trip would soon be over and we'd come home and kiss our babies and remember our sweet day spent under the Oak tree.
and that's it.
el fin.
1 comment:
Sounds *divine* what a nice daydream, hope it comes true soon. Your husband must feel lucky!
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