This past weekend we finally mustered up some courage to leave our Wesley overnight together for the first time. The last time we were alone together over night was on our baby moon two years ago. So this was a big step for us and my eyes definitely welled with tears as we drove off.
We've needed this for a long while, but have been waiting for a good time to make it happen. With our sweet girl coming in just weeks, we know all of the baby bliss will start over and we won't want to leave her either for a while, so we took advantage of this weekend and went camping. The thing I was most worried about was him being able to go to sleep with someone besides us, but he did amazing with my mom. When I got that text saying he was asleep I was finally able to really relax and just enjoy being with my husband.
And how foreign/good it felt to be alone for 24 hours with just my husband! We are such a good parenting team and have so much love for each other that I don't feel like I am missing out on a daily basis. BUT. It wasn't until we were alone that all of those memories of "us" came flooding back and how it used to be before we had our babies to love too. It felt good and it felt right.
I have this thing, with our family, where I feel it's important to be together during these fleeting years as a young family. I love making memories together and being there for all of the firsts, which makes it very hard for me to leave Wesley out. I don't enjoy leaving him, honestly, even though I know it is good for us. The whole time we were gone I kept thinking about how much he would love where we were and what we were doing. I don't balance it perfectly, but being away has given me motivation to put more into my marriage. Maybe not weekend getaways all the time, but more date nights and being more intentional in the way I show love to the man I love more than anything.
Before driving to our campsite we enjoyed dinner at the best BBQ restaurant in the sweetest little town. The next day had no agenda and ended up being full of adventure, boat rides and an ice cream stop on the way home. We were able to talk and just enjoy each other, remembering where and how it all began. As we drove through the mountains he'd stop to check a river for fish while I'd look for flowers to photograph, the exact way we used to explore together before having Wesley. It felt amazing. I had forgotten how much I love photographing nature with him by my side enjoying nature in the way he does. It was a beautiful thing to relive and pumped a lot of life back into me.