Two days out of town.
A drive through downtown Los Angeles. A favorite restaurant. Sneaking out of the hotel room and smuggling in gelato and wine without disturbing a sleeping baby.
Two days without bills, dishes, shower-scrubbing, baby food-making, diaper stuffing, car-breaking-down drama, getting-to-work-on-time angst, and worries worries worries. Two days of freedom.
And tiny adventures.
Two days. It wasn't much, but it was all we could manage. And it was enough. We have allowed ourselves to be bogged down by the menial tasks, the lack of money, the constant striving to be more. We managed to shake that off for a moment and just be us. Strange, quiet, peaceful, quriky, energized, smiling, hand-holding, occasionally goofy us. An "us" that we seemed to have misplaced lately. But we were found.
All we needed was a little time away.