We took a little four-day mini-vacation this week-end. Our son had a baseball tournament out-of-town and we went along for “support”. Usually we stay in the same motel as the team, but by the time we made our reservations, they were booked. So, we got a room at a hotel about five minutes away.
As we drove to the hotel, I looked at my husband and said, “Is this the first time we have been alone in a motel for…for…for twenty years?!” He looked at me, shaking his head, “yes”. Wow. We sat in silence thinking about the milestone we were about to celebrate.
We walked into the hotel, got our card keys and headed up the elevator in silence. As we walked down the hall, we felt a reverence regarding the moment that was about to take place. Sliding the key in, I held my breath. The door opened and there it was, a King Sized Bed.
Quickly we laid our luggage down, changed our clothes, slid into bed and…and..and…we took a TWO HOUR NAP!
It was heavenly. HEAVENLY.
We did that the next day as well.
Finally I get it.
When your children grow up, you get to sleep again. Alone. For hours.
It’s a beautiful thing. Beautiful. .