My husband and I recently celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary (how time flies!), and a friend was getting married in California the same weekend as our anniversary. So, we made the monumental decision to get away for the weekend - by ourselves. I travel pretty regularly for work, and my husband has also done overnights away, but this weekend was big: both of us gone, for three days.
We scrambled getting everything ready (a will! doctor's notes! an overstuffed suitcase full of forty-seven outfits!), and quite truthfully, I was a nervous wreck getting on the plane. Thankfully, everything was great. My parents were THRILLED to watch C for a few days...and C had a fabulous weekend without us. Though I'm very glad we got away for a few days as a couple, when we finally got home, I was so relieved and happy to see my little girl (who was sound asleep), tears almost came to my eyes.
Miss Dorothy Gale really hit the nail on the head. It's good to be home.