......it happens once a year......I pack my bags, give myself a good blow dry, slip on the heels, smudge the eyes and set off for a weekend retreat with old college friends.....all of us torn between missing our littles and husbands, but also grateful they get the weekend without us to appreciate the role of motherhood.....
......it's a time to recharge batteries, eat fabulous food, stay in posh hotels, sleep in and wake without having to unload a dishwasher or change a diaper and we laugh harder and wider than we did the year prior because we have learned to appreciate and savor every second of our 48 hours of togetherness.....
.......and torn with excitement, yet already longing for my babes; we make the morning special.....so we make apple cinnamon pancakes this morning from scratch.....
......and we cuddled, walked outside, bought some snacks so Daddy had some goodies for the weekend......and then it was time.....
.....my heels called my name and my weekend bag was packed......
......ready to rejuvenate, share in the gift of friendship, long for my family.......but am thrilled for the weekend off so I can come home and appreciate my gracious gifts just a tad more than I do today......
......and at this point that doesn't seem possible.....
