We owe many thanks to Nama, Papa, and Martha for taking the boys this weekend. We delivered them earlier than expected to make sure we could beat the big storm that rolled through, and then ended up having even more time together than expected when Sunday services were cancelled for both of us.
We slept in, shoveled out the driveway, drank lots of coffee, ate a late lunch without anyone complaining about how it was past noon and WHY HADN'T WE EATEN YET? We stayed in a lovely hotel downtown that we didn't have to clean and turned the thermostat up to 75. We watched the entirety of both championship games without ever having to answer any of these questions: "What is the score?" "Who will win the coin toss?" "Who will score next?" "Do you think Nick Foles is better than this quarterback?"
We ate a slow dinner at a fancy restaurant and didn't worry about the thought that the food might be spicy, or possibly had some point had contact with onions or garlic. We drank a whole bottle of wine and didn't have to get up once to put anyone to bed. We wiped no butts and changed no diapers.
We slept in until 9 AM and ate a lingering brunch without having to cut up anyone's French toast or cajole anybody into trying eggs. We didn't button up any coats or strap any carseats. We went to a lovely furniture store and never once uttered the phrase "I told you not to climb on that with your shoes on."
It was beautiful. It was miraculous. And we were thrilled to see the kids again, of course. I think they watched a lot of football, based on their conversations on the way home. James told Owen that he had good news--Bud Light was going to start putting its ingredients on the label. Owen replied that Bud Light was for the many, not the few.
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