vaca, vaca, dear vaca
Tomorrow, Mike and I leave on our first four-night vacation without the kids since before Griff was born. That’s right. It’s now been 11 years since we spent that much time alone.
Stacy kindly offered to keep the kids so Mike and I could take a trip for our 15th wedding anniversary. Our anniversary is next month, but by then, we’re well on our way to school and such. So this is the perfect time to go.
We’re going to go to art galleries and museums and outdoor concerts. We’re going to eat Chicago style pizza and sushi and seafood, and I’m not going to order from the children’s menu once (yeah, I order from the children’s menu & swap with Griff so he can eat a full size meal and I can still get the kid rate on the bill).
I’m going to set the temperature in the hotel room really cold at night and snuggle under the covers. I’m going to clip those hotel room curtains together so that it’s the darkest of dark, and I’m going to sleep way past 6:30 a.m.
Sounds lovely, doesn’t it?
I read an article recently that most marriages only last 10-15 years. We figure we should make the most of these next five. 
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