Even on a normal day starting at 5am when he snoozes his alarm for 1 hour, groggily helps me get the boys ready, spills sugar everywhere while making our coffees, forgets the diaper bag when dropping the boys off, forgets the lunch I made him in his car, lies about eating said lunch, runs errands on his way home, walks in with a grocery bag 1/2 filled with eaten candy bars, and riles the boys up right before bedtime...a too late bedtime.
I still love him.
I love him because he doesn't stress out about getting ready in the morning, because irate noises like an alarm don't bother him, because lil A adores the way he wakes him up, because he knows how I like my coffee (sweet and light...just like him!), because deep down I don't mind re-routing my morning to drop off the diaper bag and see the boys one more time, because I don't mind spending time to make his lunch, because I like practicing my skills at catching him in a lie, because he doesn't complain about running by the store for the taco seasoning I forgot, because he has a sweet tooth that kick starts my dieting, because he bonds with our boys.
Matt's my best friend. Lately, life has gotten hectic and we just haven't had the time to really connect. It's just a part of life I know... but I'm a big fan of date nights...without the kiddos! Just a little R&R to get back on track and talk about adult things. (Harder than it sounds... I can talk about Thomas the Train for hours!)
So when Matt told me that we were going to do a weekend getaway I was excited. At first it was going to be a family thing but he planned something that he said wasn't kid friendly so we reluctantly made plans to leave them behind in the safe hands of my parents. We both knew we would miss the boys like crazy, but we were also excited for some time just the two of us. The funny part was I had no idea what the weekend had in store! That's right... Matt planned out the entire weekend! As in...every..single... moment. From when we would wake up, where we would eat, etc. That's a huge feat for a fella who married
So there we were driving to New York Friday night after work. Felt like teenagers blaring our favorite songs, eating McDonalds, and me asking Matt 50 questions about what we were doing all weekend. Four hours later...
We arrived at our hotel around 11pm and he insisted we go straight to bed because he had an early morning planned. I figured 9am.. not to bad. He meant 5am. :o
The pilot ended the experience with a toast of sparkling grape juice... which is tradition for surviving the flight. haha. It was seriously an amazing surprise. Like I said, I love my husband. But he definitely outdid himself!!
These photos were taken on my phone. I have some I still need to take of my camera. Wanted to share the experience here first. The next couple days I'll recap the rest of the weekend.