Going on an overnight date for the first time after having a baby. I don't think I've EVER been that excited for a date in my life. I wasn't the most excited about the dinner, the movie, the hotel, the robe (Oh, the robe! I LOVE hotel robes so much!), the late night room service, the breakfast, the hot tub, the pool...no, none of these things were what we were most excited for. You want to know what it was? Ready?
Going to bed knowing we had NOTHING to get up for.
No worrying about the baby waking up in the middle of the night (which he doesn't do anymore, but just the thought that he MIGHT do it again is enough to make you not relax). No thinking about the 6am wake-up call from Noah (thanks Daylight Savings...we hate you by the way).
It was heaven. We were like two kids going to bed the first night before the start of summer. No school tomorrow! We woke up at 7:30 and just layed there for about an hour, just talking and napping. When we rolled out of bed, we got the best breakfast I've had in a long time. A little taste of everything: waffles, omelettes, pancakes, muffins, pastries, bacon, sausage, yogurt, granola and fruit. I died. After getting fat from breakfast, we decided it'd be a good idea to put on our bathing suits and sit in the hot tub. Makes sense to me.
Around 11AM we finally headed home, and let me tell you...you know what's EVEN better than sleeping in? Seeing your baby's face when they see you after not seeing you for a day (It's the longest I've been away from him...I might have cried when we left the day before). I melted. He couldn't wipe the excitement from his face for an hour. He just kept crawling back and forth between Nate and I squealing and laughing. When Noah was taking his nap that afternoon, Nate and I came to a great conclusion. As nice as it was to sleep, relax, and not have a care in the world...none of that is as great as that cute baby of ours. We die over him.