Once upon a time, Chris and I thought that maybe we would celebrate our anniversary every year by going away for the weekend.
The first few years we did. We found a bed and breakfast in the Shenandoah Mountains that we loved, and we went back every year until the twinswere born.
Since then, we’ve managed to get away around our anniversary a couple of times but not recently. Now that the kids are older, it’s harder to make an escape. It would take an army of driving babysitters to get them to their various activities.
Our 19th anniversary was yesterday and we spent the evening at Lilly’s fall sports banquet. Romantic it was not. We did celebrate with friends a couple of weeks ago with a dinner at a nice restaurant. We squeezed it in between dropping the kids off at a homecoming dance and picking them up. We rushed into the restaurant late and had to leave before the check came, but at least it was a celebration.
Sometimes I think back on those carefree weekends in the Shenandoah Mountains, and my heart yearns for the escape. A whole weekend with Chris — sleeping late, hiking and doing only what we are in the mood to do — sounds like heaven.
Before too long, though, we’ll have the time again for weekend get-a-ways. I wonder if then I’ll be yearning for these days when we were so busy with the kids, we barely had time to celebrate our anniversary.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 15, Lilly, 14, Adam, 14, and Jonah, 10.