My parents live in a beautiful place only 3 hours away from our house. Every Thursday night we look at each other, mentally doing our accounts and working out a timeline in our heads. Could we manage to steal away for a few days and give Aidan some downtime with his Grandparents? Could we manage to go on that elusive date night? Could the laundry be forgotten for one more week? More often than not we spend our weekends doing said laundry, mowing the lawns and catching up on domestic duties. It sucks but such is life.
However a few weeks ago Steve decided to take a Friday off and we scooted up the coast to chill and did we ever. We’d been driving each other nuts, constantly snapping and shouting. It wasn’t good, actually it’s the shittiest we’d been in long looong while. I’d mad e a personal decision to pull back on my crazy blogging schedule but at the same time started to resent him for it. Steve felt like he was missing out on half my life because he didn’t really understand what I did. We needed to escape the house, play scrabble and hang out at the beach. Since we’ve been back everything is golden, just like everything in marriage it came down to compromise and understanding. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that spending time and money on trips away is still an investment not just a splurge.
Steve never felt like an outsider when it came to my family, he just is and will always be a part of it. He craves the comfort of my parents knowledge, care and good food just as much as I do. Aidan seems to burst with excitement as soon as anyone even mentions the prospect of Grandma and Grandpa’s house. It’s a place of adventures and tickle fights, he knows the rules, sleeps through the night and knows where the potty and all the toys are. These times when the sun shines, sharing lunch by the water, holding hands and skipping, the laughter rolling out of you like an unstoppable wave of happiness… well it makes the distance and the longing worth it.