As we pulled out of the driveway, a heart-wrenching fervor broke out and tears filled my eyes. I turned to look at my husband and told him in a whisper, "I don't think I can do this."
Friday night we did something we hadn't done in 18 1/2 months, we went on a date. Alone, without our daughter. We left her in the very capable hands of her godmother so there were no worries. Just the worries of a mother who is very attached to her girl and feels lost without her.
At first my husband and I were short-tempered towards one another and a bit confused about how to function without our team-mate. During dinner, we couldn't help but notice the other kids at the restaurant and we felt sad. We nursed our wounds with stories of how cute Roo was and admitted how much we felt like a ship lost at sea without our navigator.
It was very tempting to head straight home after dinner (which we ate faster than we've ever eaten dinner before). But I was determined, determined to prove I could do this. So we wandered around aimlessly. We walked around the park we went to on our first date over 10 years ago. We raced each other on go-carts and ended up at the art center where we got married.
Iadmit, it was a hard night for me, but I enjoyed spending time with my husband. I enjoyed reconnecting with him. It was fun remembering who we use to be, and who we are now.
But I have to admit, as soon as we could, we rushed home to our daughter. :)
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