Hello.

I’m writing this to you 3,000 feet in the air while watching The Greatest Showman (Nat: This would be much better if Hugh Jackman suddenly turned into Wolverine mid-routine).

We’re going on our first trip away together (sans kids) in six years.

Six. Years.

I’m surprised we’re still married.

I say that jokingly because of course we’re still married. We’re too lazy (yet busy!) to get divorced.

I can’t believe the amount of work we had to do to get on this plane to California. Alternate pick up forms for camps, play date arrangements, a 6 page document of how-to for my wonderful Mom who is staying with the kids, programing in Urgent Care and the Emergency Room address into her car GPS, packing (but only 1 suitcase!!!!!), pre-making tons of food so my mom won’t have to cook, 4 trips to the grocery story, working at our actual jobs, etc. The prep has been endless..

But we’re so excited. SO EXCITED. Will we remember what it’s like to talk to one another without being interrupted? What it’s like to sleep past 6? What it’s like to not make a sandwich for anyone other than ourselves?

I think we’re both a little sad that we haven’t been able to be more together since we’ve had kids. My marriage is the most important part of my life (I love my kids but I don’t think we would be as happy a family without Nat around) and the one I devote the least amount of time and attention to. It happens. Luckily, we love being together as a family; it’s a big part of the satisfaction of our marriage. Still, it’s nice if you can escape once every decade or so, right?

So now, thanks to the incredible generosity of my 80-year-old mother who drove on the Turnpike at 80-years-old (with a case of diverticulitis, nonetheless) to help us do this, we finally can. Hopefully we’ll get in enough together-time to last us another six years.