Our Half Time Show

Our Half Time Show.
Dear Lovey, It’s just another day on the calendar, but a momentous one for us because it’s a milestone birthday for you and also because we get our kids back. We had almost six weeks alone while they were at sleep away camp.
You say that letting the kids go to camp is the most selfless thing you have ever done. I believe that. The first couple of weeks after they’re gone are the hardest. Being a mother is how you define yourself. “Mother’s Day” is the only holiday I get in trouble for if I forget. Sure, your profession is that of a head hunter, your part time job is that of a spin instructor, but your “real job” is that of a mom.
The separation from the kids isn’t as hard on me as it is on you. I, of course, miss them terribly, but I do like getting you back all to myself for a while. It was nice to be #1 again. This little break with the kids away was like a good half time show during our game of life. We got the chance to relax together. We went out most nights to a lot of happy hours and watched a bunch of movies.
We held hands as we walked “almost” lazily after dinner. We didn’t rush or stress as much as the only schedules we had to manage were our own.
It was a little glimpse into the future maybe. I know the years will fly by. Hannah and Jack will find their way and our nest may be a little emptier.
I certainly don’t wish the earth to spin any quicker. I cherish my short time here and I try to “drag my feet” as my father always tells me to do so I appreciate the events that happening around me. But, it was nice to have this alone time with my best friend. My beautiful, complex, funny, athletic, driven, passionate, challenging, clever, loving, determined and most excellent wife. We are not perfect, but you are perfect for me.
Today is your birthday. You get your kids back today. It’s Bastille Day. I know I’m going back to being #1-C today, but I also can’t wait to have our family back. This is where we are supposed to be right now.
Happy Birthday my love. If this is what 50 looks like, there is no doubt we’ll be making it to 100. So maybe this is our half time show. The second half of the game is usually better and more exciting and ultimately more satisfying. Let’s get back on the field together and get back to the work we love. The kids are waiting, I love you madly.
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